Firmament

The sun is setting outside,

With a smile, broad and wide,

I am sitting in a corner of my room

After having swept floors with a broom.

Living the life of a woman

As a part of an ever-growing mountain,

Is as far from easy, as it camouflages,

The half-truths that've been flowing down the ages,

A balancing act - that of a trapeze artist -

Is commendable, and that is life's gist.

As I write with a gay abandon, 

I feel myself swim out of a great lecturn,

For I had been encased for centuries-

As a part of the Wild Furies -

To be an instrument of my own destruction 

For I'd become a burden due to cogitation.

Yet to live and let live -

Was the motto that I firmly believe

You, who read me today, has yet

To realize that you make me get

To the gates of place Paradiso

As to attain bliss and thereby sow,

The seeds of the human mind in a never-ending 

Cascade of cumulus clouds with an ever-binding

Promise of droplets of rain, of hope,

Never to despair, never, nope.

Birds are returning to their nests,

After a day of the flight, to rest in beds

Made of twigs, leaves, and branches

They are the ones, who first perceive avalanches.

I've been looking at the sky and thinking

Where do these clouds go, linking

Themselves in the firmament of azure

So as to make us gape with allure.