Before It Rains Poem by lalitha iyer

Hugging clouds
all grey black
peeping into the watery beds
crayon waters with dark paints
wooing air to silent steps
watch out, who is coming down!

Its a beauty before storm
its a beauty later calm
life tossed between storms and calms
minds hurled memories twirled
zigzag puzzled humans sway
drowning senses ropeless stray.

When egos strut and walk in pride
elegant modesty simply stay
When empty vessels vulgar sounds
temple bells they tinkle sweet
prayers battle with patient whispers
haughty zeroes stampede in anger.

It is a beauty to watch nature
nature of past, present and future
unfailing, uncoiled, ever virgin texture
luring senses with ever vibrant pictures
kneeling before the captivating miracles
little mind shrinks to unthinking cycles.

let me stop my thoughts stupid
silly are the souls around
swollen are the idiotic grounds
may I float upon the blue
with my eyes shut with glue
when all my senses I give up
shall I burst open my pupa cup
to fill my heart from purity's lip.

Rains, they come and wash me out
with the lovely leave breasts
smelling sweetly earth wakes up
every being aches to reach out
why my unseen is sleeping still?
the God within still long way to fill.