you might appreciate the shock i felt when i read this poem, a sense of surprise so strong i couldn't write a note to you yesterday. it read as if it came from within me. today i can write you thanks, for this lovely piece of thought and writing.

Dear Shekhar Kapur,
I belong to a migrated family from UP-India and born & brought up in Karachi-Pakistan.Though I am a Chartered Accountant by profession, but have passion for Script writing.
Having heard about your career where I found some similarities, I thought to contact you for some guidance for Script writing.Currently I am based in Dubai-UAE, is it possible to write to you or meet you in Dubai (during your next visit to Dubai). I have some script thoughts, which I would like to share & refine with some expert like you
Can you please forward me your email address or other direct contact details.
Thanks and best regards,
asif

+971 508724664

eternal lover = breath/life?

Heaven and Earth
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When heaven couples
With the tortured earth
It is said its climax
Can be seen and heard

First comes a stroke of blinding lightning
The mind distorts in a flash of sin,

Then comes the moan, low and pining
Surging to grow to a full-blown cry.

A second later
There's suspension of time
Just when it seems
This will go on like this
Comes a release
Wrenching the clouds

The clouds writhe and they release
Their climax in spasms, wet and heavy

'Tis said the heaven
Loves the earth
The story goes the earth doesn't

Thereby in those very rare occasions
When earth agrees to copulate,
The heaven is laden with built-up lust

Thus when the earth finally gives in
The heaven has waited far too long
It lashes against the unfeeling skin
Tears at the earth, beats it with rain

The heaven cries as it reaches its peak
It bemoans its fate, its tears combine
With its bursting wetness.

The earth is rough and quite used to all this
It bears it all, quite like a man

The earth heaves and leaves to nurse
Its wounds - The hills, the valleys, its scars
The pained Heaven, when it bit and scratched
Opened up wounds on earth

The blood from them, mixed with tears
Trickle down in torrential rivers.
The earth, scarred
Feeling no pain.

The pain of the heavens never unloaded
The heaven departs as spent clouds
Slowly lugging their sadness around
Their lust is gone, surely, and how!

But a new weight they will gain from now.
Their sadness is theirs,
See these rarefied clouds
Will soon build in pent-up lust,
Mixed with sadness
Growing in heat
They will repeat
The never-ending feat

Of Heaven and earth
Copulating in
Vain.