Ghazal of Clouds

Deities perished in a realm of vast clouds,
Still haunting the skies as phantoms of past clouds.

Kabir is reading a poem in your dream.
Time passes like an endless storm of fast clouds.

Angels ascended into radiant winds,
Whose auras gleamed through a veil of vast clouds.

Storms stalled like diesels on the sky’s highway
& vanished like the spent fuel of their last clouds.

In years of drought nomads recite legends
Of gods who crossed the world riding fast clouds.