Showstopper

14jan 2021

The sky dons a dark gown of azure and teal, with clouds spreading all across in silvery shades of greys, blacks, rose and white, embellished with star studded pearls.. taking my awe-struck hand it excitedly shows her next outfit, seeped in shades of crimson, fire, blush and sapphire, rising from its hem.. every moment Nature sends out invitations to artists and designers, showcasing unique and unmatched inspiration, compelling to bow to a ramp that never duplicates its show.. and Divinity walks on stage, with the sun, as the showstopper..

Notes of love

13jan 2021

I miss seeing the moon, singing to twinkling notes.. our beacon of rhythmic love that pulses reflectively.. can see myriad floating palaces in the sea, making me wonder about holidays among fishes and stars.. and their possibility.. the fog plays with the clouds, covering everything in painted veils, turning the sky fiery with breathlessness.. this poetry in the sky paints its love daily across the horizon.. unnoticed.. unfelt... unheard.. but it still strums notes of love, attached to its nature, detached from everything else.. Seems as if the sun comes up for air as it swims in the ocean of the sky.. spreading bright orange droplets as it shakes its head.. rising like a Greek God.. mesmerizing.. unmatched.. in unabashed glory.. 

Twinkling sentinel

12jan 2021

The sky sleeps with the moon, snuggled under a sheet of stars and indistinct cloud shapes.. a twinkling sentinel stands watch, attracting every focus to itself.. the temple bells toll, now here, now there.. an orchestra meant for Gods, playing notes of ecstasy.. dawn walks in her robe of magical hues, created by a loving hand.. limning ethereal patterns that paint a unique story in every layer, a castle here, a city there.. hills and valleys, unimaginable worlds, whetting, luring our imagination towards wonder and delight.. and then you see an orange halo, igniting the pores of everything around.. treading a path of glowing flowers, the sun rises regally over the darkest, unending mountain range.. spreading rays of unbelieavable light.. an orange flashlight.. bursting even more beautifully through the hurdles it meets.. dazzling in its challenging presence.. compelling eyes to bow down in humble obeisance..

Worried sky

11jan 2021

The worried sky watches the moon smiling valiantly, despite its darkening facade.. lightening itself, trying to make it laugh, it opens its heart, in assurance of a love painted all across the sky.. a poem here, a song there, speaking in swirls of color, that truly overwhelm.. how can life ever jade, when time ensures a fresh moment that never duplicates.. this divine artist paints afresh everyday, hues of love discovered  in that moment.. homage to the sun.. a song pulsing with color.. and life.. today the sun rises under a canopy of a spellbound cloud seeped in reflected colors..

Public exhibits

10jan 2021

The smiling moon glowed a dazzling gold, making it impossible to see the rest of its face.. enjoying the street lights diving deep into the sea, in exultant, freedom.. spirallling paths of excitement within, pulsing frissons of light wherever they touched.. Nature embraces everyone, celebrating every aspect of its uniqueness, why does it scare us so much.. constantly needing either to pull up or down, others and ourselves too.. making it the yardstick to any successful relationship.. our loved ones becoming public exhibits A, B, C, D and so on, valued accordingly.. the means of life have evolved phenomenally.. using fragments of our environment, and pieces of ourselves.. and we still continue to constuct mechanically, for a disappearing self.. the sun rises fiery and strong, spreading colors of sunshine, that speak the healing language of unconditional love.. 

Bed of rose

9jan 2021

My heartbeats danced to the notes of joy played by a smiling moon.. impervious to the sad lyrics hummed by clouds rushing to join in.. temple bells pay obeisance somewhere far away.. making hearts pirouette on notes of love and settled peace.. the sky sings a lullaby weaving a bed of rose, signalling the end of its lighthouse shift. Divinity woos afresh everyday, despite none recognizing their lineage nor legacy.. creating feelings of sadness, loneliness, lack, fear, seeing through a false 'I'.. parrots come to the window every mealtime.. shouting peremptorily, just like the sages calling out for alms, detached, stoic, regal, come to bless, not beg.. the sky twirled holding a white paint-brush in its hand.. dancing hues of joy in impromptu exhilaration.. the sun peeps out with tentative diffidence.. gathering courage to ask for the next dance.. 

Beadwork appliques

8jan 2021

Mesmerized by the moon, a besotted fog, covered it in thick layers of veils, possessive, protective, madly in love. Clouds darkened with anger, asserting their own claim.. the sky laden with worry, sent out misty notes to the sun, asking for help.. parrots blinded and muted, tried to assure the mist of their non-invasive intent.. the fragile beauty of sadness pervaded everything around.. birds relaying worried plans to appease, to lighten, to serenade their love.. the sun sent its emissaries, to announce its unbeaten advent.. a drowning cloud went white holding out its hand, turning to gold in a moment.. one by one they fell away, kissing the robes of the sun.. blessed with silver and gold hems.. making way for the serene sky, radiant in her gown of blue, sparkling with beadwork appliques of light.

Promenade

7jan 2021

Myriad tiny boats, rocked compulsively by the waves, try to keep alert, assigned designated night lights of the sea.. have stopped looking at my watch for January mornings, as these parrots take gleeful flight overhead exactly at 6.54.. racing each other, shaping alphabets in the sky.. coding secrets, playing guessing games, attracting the indulgent smile of the moon. An eagle swoops down territorially, a mesmerizing sight, the perfection of its regal form gliding unruffled in the wind.. every morning hums afresh.. a song of dreams.. a symphony when awake.. the clouds are drawing rosy paths across the sky..  inviting us to promenade.. surrounded by the white cloudy grass emanating fragrantly blessed rays.. transforming into snow capped mountains.. cities and townships.. what a divine walk.. what celestial views.. making my heart travel and soar.. 

Flight-parade

6jan 2021

Witnessed cosmic humor in the whispered asides of the sky, teasing the constantly grinning moon.. the grumbling motorboats forced awake, rippling whirlpools of lights into the sea.. wonder who is keeping time for these parrots in their gleefully joyous flight-parade, magnetically uplifting every soul onto their wings.. how easily providence accommodates every being into its embrace, unprotesting of numbers, space, food, or care. The sky is adorned in sheer rosy pink, holding out a white gown, passing indecisive looks at the grinning moon.. every Being dances to the rhythm in creation.. a divine floor.. divine music.. and impromptu fresh lyrics.. 

Children of the sky

5 jan 2021

The visible half moon seemingly slept on its side, lulled by the song of sparkling lullabies.. the wake up call of the rooster was stricken midway by the orchestrating barks, in random relay, high on experimental tempos and notes. Temple bells soothing and calming everything into peaceful quietude, encouraging the rooster into yet another tentative call to wake.. parrots test-flying by the watch.. roller-coasting on the wind.. challenging, encouraging, ribbing, racing each other freely, these children of the sky.. showing off to the kids down below running in circles around a football field.. we name our wilderness a concrete jungle, but to me they are concrete novels coming alive with the turn of every page, holding, writing, imagining stories lived and experienced. Our constructs, our creation, our legacy. The sky has painted the clouds, in honor of the sun.. 

Hand-in-hand

4jan 2021

Today the moon walked hand-in-hand with me, alight with joy.. creating waves of silvery delight all across the tiled terraces.. the rooster calls out, unheard yet again.. competing with the chug-chug of a boat trying to flutter the heart of an impervious sea.. its still very dark all around.. and with none other than the dawn for company, could meditate in this peace.. the sky is really overcast.. with shades of red and pink shooting across.. with the wind pushing in vain white clusters of clouds, that simply spread themselves out even more.. giving glimpses of blue through their stretched translucence.. the parrots deride the concept of groggy, lazy mornings, playing with friends, shouting in glee, welcoming, happy, free. 

Conference calls

3rd jan 2021

The moon lights up my path like sparkling diamonds interspersed with colored gems from far off lights.. my walk of purity.. that fills my heart with love.. suffuses my being with uplifting hues of an unshackled self.. loved unconditionally.. set free to manifest.. and experience.. reality.. the ocean in me.. a parrot is constantly chattering, and i smile back in translation of all that it speaks.. and a sparrow hops into the conversation.. in imitative delight.. so many stories it has to say.. each note filled with profound expressions that speak volumes.. sometimes whispered.. sometimes loud.. sometimes breathless.. sometimes broken.. it flies away in a huff seeking better audience.. one who knows how to talk.. leaving me spellbound with this chorus of sparrow song.. crows are making their long distance conference calls.. uncaring of eavesdroppers or ridicule.. there is a chill in the air.. nudging me into hugging myself closer.. directing me to the warmth within.. reminding me of a forgotten self.. carrying my unspoken sound vibrations to me.. a crow demands approval for the wire held in its beak.. proud of its booty.. till the next prize.. or boastful declaration.. as it opens its mouth.. the sky has a hint of pink.. despite the heavy fog.. 

Blanket of clouds

2jan 2021

The sky knitted a blanket of clouds over the sleepy moon.. and i could only glimpse it in its yawns and stretches.. dreamy.. fragile.. compelling.. the rooster tried in vain to wake it with its morning alarm.. only making the moon snuggle deeper into the clouds.. every morning sets a fresh stage of sensorial delights.. visual poetry in my eyes.. a song in my heart.. wooing fragrances.. dance of the breeze.. taste of love.. the parrots express their joy first.. racing each other in glee.. in tune with their own presence connected with the universe.. unquestioning of their place.. unconscious of world matters.. just being.. just loved.. just uniquely universal.. the sparrows hop around in earnest conversation.. busy arranging food.. ignoring everything else in their focus, recognisant only of each other.. the sky has collected too much wool to knit these clouds and though everything went from pale to gold.. the sun has yet to walk through these unimaginable layers of wool.. the eagles are sending out relay calls for quiet.. hoping to make the world hear the advent of the sun.. 

Frowning sky

1jan 2021

The sky weaves a blanket of clouds to cover the cold moon..
the sleepless, restless moon, stares down at the world.. filtering a litany of stories, incessantly written wherever they touch..
the clouds try in vain to help it sleep, compulsively forming halos as even they crowd around irresistibly.. and dark clouds rush in to take their place, to appease the frowning sky..
losing miserably, as the moon glows so bright, that nothing dare cover its wide awake eyes..
This New Year gifted the moon to me, and i just stand here, spellbound!
Even the Birds are going wild trying to catch its attention, to impress such dazzling beauty..
still high in the sky, it waits for the advent of the sun.. painting the sky an unbelievable pink and white.. a celestial chess board, with one missing royalty..
and the sun steps out.. to wish me a happy new year.. the birds break into ecstatic song..
the clouds trying in vain, their luck with the sun..
this pure orange orb holds magnetically..
a miracle happening.. a divine blessing..
in a moment night.. in a moment day.. in a moment is life.. a moment holds sway.. a moment gives the beggar gold hidden in a dumpster.. a moment makes a king lose his life and kingdom in war.. in a moment planets align, in a moment they disrupt.. if time reigns supreme.. why gloat or despise.. a moment is all it takes.. to change the colors of a life.. appearances and comparisons only feed or drain our egos.. the essence remains unnoticed, seamless, singular.. we all want so much in life.. a perfect world.. divinity gifted us the means.. up to us how we construct.. 

Conditioning

How much energy we are losing by creating such negative thoughts the whole day.. we want to control the whole world around us, when controlling that single world within can solve all our problems.. for every problem in this world is a passing thought, that comes and goes as per our will.. these birds are creating such a ruckus first thing in the morning, but this noise does not irritate because we know it is not in our hands.. but why does any other noise in the morning disturb our peace.. even that is not in our hands.. only our own mind is.. is our conditioning responsible.. our belief system that slots everything as per personal experience.. in any home two people constantly fighting speak not of strength but weakness because neither have control over their minds.. or any autocratic person in the house, though considered powerful, is weakened constantly by the negative thoughts of the family.. we need to break this conditioning that makes us so weak.. when only we have the power to live a happy life.. like beggars we keep looking outside.. we weaken the people we love the most, criticizing in the name of concern.. thereby depleting our own energy constantly too..