Heaven is pouring and gushing out of the firmament,
radiances are raining from skies,
drops are bursting to rainbows,
to blossoms,
to everything colours have to offer.
Spectrums are arching
Through the rainbows
from the blue crystal chandelier,
through the apparition lenses
that separate heaven and existence,
kissing
to awaken the earth sleeping beauty
transforming
‘still life’ to animation:
Pouring
on the gardens
on the contours
on the silken prairies
of these Persian rugs
these dancing and flying spreads
on the inwrought curtains
begrudging the windows
floral,
miming the flowers
the other side the windows,
in the puppeteer world,
pouring
on the wings of butterflies
on the beaks of hummingbirds
digging in flower for sweet taste
tying rainbows to wings
turning tastes to colour,
pouring
on the voices of canaries and nightingales
filling up the pieces to solve the puzzle of their mating
on the sips of fruits
serenading
every symmetrical lust for living,
pouring the instruments with harmony
and carrions with music,
pouring on,
mining through
the womanhood
on the kittenish skirts
the window-shops
on the silken wings of fashion.
the aquatic aquariums of deep seas
on the petals of childhood dreams
on the fantasia of animated menageries
in inquisitive mind of an orphan child
barefoot and foolhardy on the rim of rainbows
on the bridge of freedom
germinating in the eyes of innocence
looking at sky
on the white canvas
of pure heartedness.
