Heaven and Earth
When heaven couples
With the tortured earth
It is said its climax
Can be seen and heard
First comes a stroke of blinding lightning
The mind distorts in a flash of sin,
Then comes the moan, low and pining
Surging to grow to a full-blown cry.
A second later
There's suspension of time
Just when it seems
This will go on like this
Comes a release
Wrenching the clouds
The clouds writhe and they release
Their climax in spasms, wet and heavy
'Tis said the heaven
Loves the earth
The story goes the earth doesn't
Thereby in those very rare occasions
When earth agrees to copulate,
The heaven is laden with built-up lust
Thus when the earth finally gives in
The heaven has waited far too long
It lashes against the unfeeling skin
Tears at the earth, beats it with rain
The heaven cries as it reaches its peak
It bemoans its fate, its tears combine
With its bursting wetness.
The earth is rough and quite used to all this
It bears it all, quite like a man
The earth heaves and leaves to nurse
Its wounds - The hills, the valleys, its scars
The pained Heaven, when it bit and scratched
Opened up wounds on earth
The blood from them, mixed with tears
Trickle down in torrential rivers.
The earth, scarred
Feeling no pain.
The pain of the heavens never unloaded
The heaven departs as spent clouds
Slowly lugging their sadness around
Their lust is gone, surely, and how!
But a new weight they will gain from now.
Their sadness is theirs,
See these rarefied clouds
Will soon build in pent-up lust,
Mixed with sadness
Growing in heat
They will repeat
The never-ending feat
Of Heaven and earth
Copulating in
Vain.
With the tortured earth
It is said its climax
Can be seen and heard
First comes a stroke of blinding lightning
The mind distorts in a flash of sin,
Then comes the moan, low and pining
Surging to grow to a full-blown cry.
A second later
There's suspension of time
Just when it seems
This will go on like this
Comes a release
Wrenching the clouds
The clouds writhe and they release
Their climax in spasms, wet and heavy
'Tis said the heaven
Loves the earth
The story goes the earth doesn't
Thereby in those very rare occasions
When earth agrees to copulate,
The heaven is laden with built-up lust
Thus when the earth finally gives in
The heaven has waited far too long
It lashes against the unfeeling skin
Tears at the earth, beats it with rain
The heaven cries as it reaches its peak
It bemoans its fate, its tears combine
With its bursting wetness.
The earth is rough and quite used to all this
It bears it all, quite like a man
The earth heaves and leaves to nurse
Its wounds - The hills, the valleys, its scars
The pained Heaven, when it bit and scratched
Opened up wounds on earth
The blood from them, mixed with tears
Trickle down in torrential rivers.
The earth, scarred
Feeling no pain.
The pain of the heavens never unloaded
The heaven departs as spent clouds
Slowly lugging their sadness around
Their lust is gone, surely, and how!
But a new weight they will gain from now.
Their sadness is theirs,
See these rarefied clouds
Will soon build in pent-up lust,
Mixed with sadness
Growing in heat
They will repeat
The never-ending feat
Of Heaven and earth
Copulating in
Vain.
6 Comments:
Woah...After a long time did i read something with widened-eyes and open mouth...offspring of a fecund, fertile mind :)
Lovely. =)
Sravanthi:
Thanks!
Premal:
Whoa, long time since I sat beaming over a nice compliment from you. Feels good , man! Thank you! ;-)
Beautiful.. The best so far.. :) :)
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