Ajit Das Poems
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When the sky is azure blue,
the horizon draws a line
between heaven and earth.
On a misty day it gets blurred,
closing the distance, limiting
your vision: seen and unseen.
When clouds gather, erasing
the skyline, darkness descends,
enveloping the surroundings.
And, then, clouds disappear,
the dark lifts, mist clears,
the view is sunlit, unimpeded.
The curve of earth beckons.
You try to outstrip; it recedes,
alluring yet with new horizons.
Prelude To Rain
Daybreak: monsoon clouds thicken, sail across the sky,
darkening its blue expanse, blotting out the eastern glow.
Hushed silence; a sudden boom, and rain comes down,
pattering against the window pane; I throw it open.
A mild shower slowly turning into a steady downpour,
breeze laden with sodden smell of earth wafting in,
a freshness blowing away torments of summer days
conjure up pictures of rain sowing seeds of hope.