Mystified by the clouds

a poem by Ajai Narendran

Like a surrealist painting
with ever changing meanings and interpretations
the hovered clouds high above
cast on the canvas of blue
changed its patterns every moment
sometimes totally veiling the sun.
Myriads of patterns kept changing
until there was a cleft through which
the sun shone like a radiant eye
beneath gently opening lids.
Slowly the clouds moved apart adrift,
along with the bright red twilight
and all of a sudden the eye got transformed
into an entrancing smile
stretching across the horizon and beyond!