Percussionists

The clouds fiercely circled rings of fire across the sky.. the sea soothingly embraced to pacify.. 

spools of dolphins broke out of the clouds joyously racing messages of dawn.. 

the windows stood firm hoisting their flags.. 

the clouds turned into the sea, the sea hugged them back.. 

the sky took out its palette of hues never seen before.. 

the windows put down there flags, holding up dazzling flames instead..

Could not take my eyes off from the destinations in the sky, pink cities here, hill stations there.. buildings turning into orange constructs in a valiant attempt to attract and allure.. 

the sea promoting expansively in a mesmerising colourful language.. 

a heron hurriedly flew by to bring its friends and family.. 

the clouds kissed the sea in gratitude of its expression.. the buildings melting into its welcoming embrace.. 

waving and singing, cajoling the rocks, making them a part of her song, stalwart percussionists, stoically indulging her pirouetting moves.

World in the moon

The moon shone in all its glory, lighting the entire night sky.. a star valiantly stood sentinel, vigilant, present, adding to the alluring magic of this divine sight.. 

the entire creation hushed, as if unable to look away or miss such beauty in their midst.. 

even the sun stopped in its tracks.. hiding spellbound.. its blush spreading all across the sky.. 

the moon showed off its pearly raiments.. 

the sea rippling with shades of pearl and rose.. no longer feeling grey or blue.. 

butterflies came out to woo, their colourful wings flapping for attention.. 

white herons sailed regally.. trying to entertain.. 

the trees looked forlorn, capturing the mood of the dawn, unable to fathom the silent love in the air. 

There is a world in the moon.. and the sun enamoured reached out, revealing all its destinations

Freshly bathed

The night oblivious under its blanket of stars, woke up to see a colourful pattern of waves instead. 

The buildings became lighthouses reaching out beacons of golden light into the sea. 

Few waves serene rippled quietly. Few wanted to play and roar, but the sea hushed, tried to cajole the greying sky - gratifyingly drawing its spreading rosy smiles.. 

the clouds heavily pregnant lazily watched across the horizon.. this celestial play happening for their eyes. 

The trees freshly bathed, bloomed like never before.. shedding all flowers and leaves hoarded and hard to let go.. 

a rainbow streaked across in jubilation, tickling the senses into wondrous dreamscapes, and squeals of hopeful awe at the infinite magic breathed within a moment. 

Chug chug

The sky blushed profusely at the teasing of the stars. Their secretive laughter ringing in twinkling spurts.

The moon’s heart waned in quiet parting.. unable to hold back, unable to stay

the birds broke into confounding songs.. some singing of love, some of parting, some just happy to fly and welcome.. 

the wind kissed every bit of Earth, chasing a fresh love story.. 

The sky turning grey and stormy, visibly declared its emotional state.. 

The sea crashed against the rocks, thundering its sheer helplessness.. 

some waves lapped softly, in a vain attempt to calm its distress.. 

a fishing boat’s chug chug, moving like a rattle, dared to drown out the words it screamed into the rushing breeze’s consoling embrace. 

Winged messengers

The sun lent its golds, pinks and orange brushes to the clouds and they went wild colouring the entire sky - dancing, gliding, racing all across. Drops of hues drip into the sea, melding, creating riveting shades. The buildings light up, bathed in pale golden light, begging the sea to become their mirror. The wind forms infinite paths over its surface, compelling our eyes to walk that maze; writing directions that make you wish we could read in breeze. 

The clouds swirled and danced manically, teasing the silent rocky spectators, the palms lifting their heads high watchfully, Impish winged messengers of the insect world trying to distract and attract.. the trees extending their branches to hide their emotions, involuntarily showering flowers on all who pass by. Flute sounds seep into the air, as if even Divinity enraptured joins this rhythmic pulsing of creation itself. 

Ramp walk

The tree stretched its arms as if to embrace all the people walking by.. its roots moving the Earth into making space.. the lined up trees stood spellbound.. the seed of selfless giving deep within their soul.. their flowers bloomed in confoundingly beautiful shapes and colours, showering randomly, crushed without a care.. not a sound.. was there! 

The breeze whispered in cooling fragrances and random snippets.. did it perhaps not hear the tree or the flowers.. did i not comprehend those sounds held in her voice.. a boat sang songs of valour and perseverance.. the breeze sang stories of the sea.. pigeons ramp-walked here and there, some circling randomly.. i see the faces around, and what is this blankness.. how is nature expressing so beautifully and man hiding and masking everything.

Happy clues

Walked to the clouds dancing rhythmic, fluid, gleeful patterns across the sky. The sun playing hide-and-seek with me—firing far-off windows that give away its advent, my eyes racing to trace its golden footprints. The clouds, the buildings, all helping it hide, joining our game. The breeze whispering happy clues in my ears, creating cities of gold to hide behind, wooing me towards lit-up pathways to heaven.

My eyes, ever-widening pools excitedly trying to contain all the stories written around; my heart ready to burst with the joy of every word, every line. So fleeting this moment, so magical this gift—can I hold it to myself, just for today?

The eagle calls out from its lonely perch, echoing sounds returning from far off places. The parrots show off their antics hanging from wires. The sea reflects cities and nature within itself compellingly. How do i express this song, that dances within my being. The sun comes out to hide everything else, to reveal everything else.

Hopscotch

Silence danced with the wind, 

flying with the parrots, 

hearing the crow regale tales of discriminatory woes.. 

tip-toeing over rosy fields, 

transfixed by the warbler's cries.. 

blooming with the flowers, 

brightened with their smiles, 

touched by their pale core, 

pregnant with bursting seeds inside.. 

sliding on the veins of leaves, 

nestling in the lap of Earth, 

marvelling at the company it keeps.. 

playing hopscotch with sparrow feet.. regaling the pages in my heart.. 

revealing the company it keeps.. 

infinite rays of sunshine 

filled hues in words at will.. 

Streaming confetti

The lights swim across the sea like streaming confetti, dancing on the waves! 

Shaping Crocodiles that loll lazily closer to the shore 

some train baby wildcats as future guards.. some play dead becoming Egyptian mummies.. 

the moon filled with assured love, was sighted last evening.. 

hidden or kidnapped in a conundrum of threat or security.. 

eagles fly low, leaving no suspect to chance.. 

the wind hushes itself, carrying stories of secret rendezvous.. 

parrots fly helter-skelter, chattering constantly of scenarios and possibilities.. 

flowers glisten with tears, leaves tremble tenderly.. 

sky unfurls in shades of white, pink, lemon and blue reassuringly.. 

Courtiers of the sun

Pillars of lights hold up a floating home, that blows its horn loudly, declaring its territorial presence.. 

The mist reluctantly unveils the Royal necklace clearly visible across the horizon, lined with topaz and diamonds, filled with architectural shapes and coloured gems.. 

the moon pendant trendily styles modes of waxing and waning.. 

Courtiers of the sun race seamlessly across the sky, holding lightening shades of carpets.. layers upon layers, till they are satisfied.. 

drawing impromptu patterns, filling divine hues.. designated painters of sunshine, revelling in their unmatched art, 

rewarded with this gift, the canvas of the sky.. excitedly rinses brush-tips on the surface of the sea..