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Neelam Jun 3
A vision of future encircling

the canvas of the great Artist

Who designed boundaries of


Consciousness colliding with

the inert realm of the Inanimate,

the surreal timelessness enmeshed

with ethereal hues.

Indelible composition witnessing

the outer darkness ...
This poem is my perception of the sky, as how I decipher the surrealistic elements in it!

On a Cloudnine
night, dark skyline
blackish star-less-night.
Scary atmosphere
terrifying, ugly and
lazy. Nothang  
interesting about
night but dream.
However Dreamers
sleep not but live
their DREAM. Man
dies for fortune
searching in vain.
Wishing a kinda
Cloudnine night !

Big up stay
on top !
The sky is
always high,
there's no higher mountain ⛰
as  heaven.
And the
Holy sacred
Book 📙 of the Christian's
declared  seven
Everyone wishes
to stay alive and nevertheless
wants to
make heaven. Drop forget,
Heaven is
right there in
you create
your paradise.
Val Vik Feb 23
Heavy drops for days
immitating the sunrays
'the bonds of heaven'
Haiku # 9
I envision a meteor falling into the ocean, and the commotion bursts into rain (at least from where I am standing). Glimmering cobwebs. Chirping birds drying in my domain. What do you see from the ambiguity of a haiku?
Val Vik Feb 23
The way raindrops glide
.  with a faint clap of thunder
  .   into coalescence
.        .
.     .
    .    .
   .   .
Haiku # 8
Let us dance and merge into a whole - the reunion of souls
why is it
when the sky is dark, heavy
holding onto every ounce
of moisture it can
just before its fingers
are too exhausted to hold on anymore

when the air is thick, dense
with the weight of the world
resting itself on our chests
and burdening our shoulders
underneath its pressure
that I feel lighter?

my head feels clear
and everything inside of me
which once seemed a mystery
is suddenly unveiled
in a beautiful, crystalline way

perhaps it’s because
when I look inward
at my own atmosphere
I see the fog
I see the clouds

a constant waiting game
to open the floodgates
that reside under my eyelashes
and cleanse my core
of all the things
weighing me down
xandra Nov 2020
the hazy atmosphere reflects how sometimes your eyes just-
as tendrils drip off branches,
they become the worries that manifest in the back of your head,
dancing around the stem of your mind.
frigid air mimics the chills you get as you sit on your bed,
staring blankly at a blue-lit screen.
the wind howls with thoughts racing through your mind;
a rain droplet, suspended on the surface are words at the tip of your fingers, frozen,
waiting for release;
permission to plummet to their true place in the world.
the mist and raindrops on the window are weight on your shoulders
and periodic piercing stabs in your chest.
~wind chill is the waves of sadness
traveling in whatever random intervals~
clouds rolling in and out bring both unease and angst, and silence and solace.
but, same as torrential storms, with time, the sadness passes. where your body experiences incredible pangs of hurt, eventually, you’ll feel peace pour over you the way rain covers the world in a crystalline curtain-
if i’m honest, i think rainy days embody aspects of
dissociation and/or depression
really well
Cox Nov 2020
I want to plunge myself into the sun.
I just want to know what his comfort is like.
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