Come By..Clear Skies Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

The sky moves on holding the hands of the wind
The clouds of white cotton follow
And we move our own way
With tremendous pace
Like a lost honeybee
Trying to gather the honey of life
And to savor it's sweetness
Honey flows like blood, slowly...
Very, very slowly..
Testing our patience
Slowing time for the moment
Till it is shaken and awakened.
By a sudden realization that was in slumber
The book of life has been written
The pages yearn for a drop
The wind turns the pages and goes on reading
While the sky grins in amusement
The clouds soak up the last teardrop
And the Sun looks muddy in the water colour
Setting far in the oblivion between the hills
Just the way I drew as a kid in my painting book
With firm assertive brush strokes
And the sky moves on as companions follow
In the Royal hunt
Come by..clear skies
Dye up your blues with the crimson
Of the melting Sun and our bleeding souls
Feel no pain, feel no warmth, feel no loss
It is too small to be realised