Ajit Sripad Rao Nalkur I have tweaked with it head thumpingly! :)
Rain Clouds are not White (take 2)
Rain Clouds are not White
The battle of being free in vastness begins
The cast is set
Battalions of grey armor clad clouds drop
Freezing rain
Rust gold and crackling silver stems creak and create space
And landmines explode on heaven's baroque floors..
The stars have disappeared
Like cornered angels they
Weep his fall
Who striking ground
Straight
Leaps up
Longing to be Lucifer
Once more
God's beloved..
Icarus stripped
Sheds molten wax the lava of lustful pride of course if
Wanting to be God is a crime
And meeting as equals
Denied
What say you Son of God
Seated upon the right?
I think the Thunderous roar of the ousted and put in place
Those suddenly thrown out of grace
These beaten back demons
Howling in torture the night
Of the Fall poor devils
Pounded upon the forge
Transformed by endless barren pain
Mallets and anvils
Beating their brains
To submission
from barren bested beings
Defeated demons of darkness
Beaten and refined
From sublimation
Came Rebirth
Adamant Resurrection
reborn earth angels
Masihas of mercy
Through forever with
Licking their own wounds
And gnawing upon miseries of rejection
Showing no preference
Having no need to trouble
With deference
Destiny's deification and edifices.
The bright saviors of joyous mercy meted to all with lustrous irreverence.
The fall irrevocable
The breach unreconcilleable,
The divine ordinance
unconscionable
Led to rise
Irreversible...
These titans white knights of blackness liberated
Have now escaped
Escalating the steeped time cliffs of delight
Lashing their whips of tumultous light
Not
Beaten back demons
Tonight
Howling in torture
Angels of Annihilation
And Reformation
Rebel Rousers
In rhapsodic rapture.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014

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