Contrary

Contrary

The rain aches
For sunny days
For freedom from the cycle
Of clouds and wait
And attendant performance

The sun frets and frets
For clouds & nights
From relentless light
From delivering like clockwork
Drudgery to millions
It too struggles
With bright & dark ..

The flowers yearn
For freedom , from
Cycles of dormancy
From becoming to bloom
From unfurling to doom,
Their perfume & colour
A clever sabotage

I am a cloud
Plump fluffy and transient
I am the elements i loved
With all their hungers and questions,
Yet I will seek you again
You will seek me again
How can it be different?

The seasons mock me
Beloved forms & shapes
Look askance
Why did you so pursue
What you cannot tend?

The burdens of reality
Will intervene again
Yet like the rain
Or sun , or clouds
Or Nature itself ,
We will not cease.

From our essence,
From our seeking and loving,
We live only
In the other’s seeing
We cannot cease ,
Because that would be contrary
For us , and the world :
For light not to crave itself
And its erasure jointly,
For elements to manifest
Splendour- To live, briefly,
Before their passing.

~ Sumita

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