Weightless and formless it dwells
Silent sheath of the great abyss
Frayed edges looking to be undone
.
Whimsical and discreet it floats
Disguised modellings of child’s play
Roving piercing eyes see none
.
Ticklish of the secrets it guards
Teases with views of the beyond
Mystic muse for fairy tales to spun
.
Broken and splattered it moves
Witness to beginnings and ends
Luminescent of the moods of sun
An Armchair Perfectionist 
Clouds are truly enchanting! I love the clouds at sunrise or sunset…. the colors are amazing!
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I know! They give the sun some character as well 🙂
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Right!
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Beautiful..!! 🙂 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Clouds are indeed blissful. With the sky all clear in the morning (as if coming back from rest), the charm of its beauty is many folds.
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And so peaceful….
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“Witness to beginnings and ends”- so true are the words!
The pictures are mesmerizing as well… 🙂
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Thank you Maniparna 🙂
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Lovely words and pic too.
In this line “Mystic muse for fairy tales to spun” maybe need to add the word ‘be’ before ‘spun’ to read as “Mystic muse for fairy tales to be spun” ?
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Thanks a lot, Kamal. And yes… I missed out on the “be” – thank you for pointing out!
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Wonderful! Love this line – ‘Luminescent of the moods of sun’ Beautiful!
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Thank you Saurabh!
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As a child I used to lie on my back in a field, gaze up at the floating clouds in the sky and imagine I were floating on them. Always wonder why we “grow out of” this when we become adults.
Beautifully written words Prajakta that took me to that place and time! 🙂
THANK YOU!!!!
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I am so happy you were able to revisit such happy memories 🙂 Maybe once it is warmer, you can go cloud-gazing again!
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So so beautiful! Your pictures and the words. May I ask you where this was taken?
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Thank you 🙂 This was at Tikona Fort – a couple of hours from the city. I had gone for a night trek and this was the sunrise as we started making our way back!
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Stunning!
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WeLL..
Prajakta..
i like these two
poems as some
of the best i’ve
read from you so
far as trUly they
are magic to me iN the
mYsterY oF NatUre iN aLL
Of wE wHo SinG free as
NatUre uS..
and trUlY.. mY
FriEnd.. when oNe
dances as the wind
and water in sand of Free
there is no gravity.. no time..
only noW as bliss of
now.. as my niece
asks me today
dancing with my great
niece of several years old
if i aM a swan.. and i tOld
her.. yes.. perhaps an ugly
ducKLinG iN form butt
oF aLL 230 LBs iN
fLoaTinG featHeRs..
never the
less..
a graceful
Swan oF Force…
iN essence.. mY friend..
Angels come in all colors..
shapes.. sizes.. and even
beasts when
GravitY oF
Force
becomes
one water..
wind.. sand
and Sun oF ForceNoW..
Time no longer froZen..
WinD.. WateR..
SanD..
and
SuN..
uNleashed
rEleased
lET
GO..:)
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Your poem is so beautiful, Prajakta. And, I love the imagery as well. Clouds definitely shape the personality of the sky. Your photos are lovely. 🙂
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Thank you! The clouds truly inspire some dreamy thoughts 🙂
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Beautiful poem ! Captures the essence of what a cloud would feel or rather how it would express what it feels ! Cheers 🙂
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Thanks for this wonderful comment 🙂
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👍😊
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