A Mountain Kissing Clouds Poem by Saroj Padhi

As I try to jump to kiss those candyfloss clouds
floating above and over tantalizingly so very near
with tiny droplets of honey in their swollen bosoms,
my legs stumble and slip into wild slides
of sun-mad glaciers on a rampage to ruin
the earth with all artistry on surface as they glide;
my hands reach out to a dumb darkness
in the silent vault of the heaving sky
staring hard into my blind eye
my lips go dry
empty shudders rock my thigh
and I bleed on the vast platter of barren desires
on all sides of my impotent limbs
as I fall from my daydream's summit so high
not knowing how to fulfill my desire
downward I go
dwarfing my pines
in hot tears I swiftly flow
kissing dust as cold winds blow
trying to measure life in terms of wounded dreams
in the flux of cruel Time's ceaseless flow.