Storm over waters In a ravaging gale As tempests descend On ignited lives of men Adventure seekers, roamers Of wildness and wilderness In rocky boats they sail On voyages they say To fulfill raging souls Whatever price to pay!
When a parched Delhi was craving to embrace rain clouds, the evenings were aglow in anticipation. Ramit Mitra of Delhi by Foot (DBF) adventures, shared this photograph of the city skyline with a comment that Delhi evenings are becoming beautiful again. The orange was endearing enough to make me write a verse.
Rain-laden clouds In a lavish sunset Scoop up, savor with delight Scrumptious orange jelly Soothing, trickling slowly Into crucible of the night
Like strawberries crushed To sweeten marmalade A heart pained Is shred to bits Bitter sweet memories Ruddy peels in jelly mush Sitting still in fragile jars Lingering fragrance Myriad flavors on the lips Fingers now sticky with Soulful tales to spread!
Gulmohar trees swaying In the summer heat Tawny branches bursting With fiery flowers, Crimson petals carpeting The gray gravel road Gleefully picked up For sword fights With tender stamens; The tiny tip breaking free In innocent games Losers none, all winners be! Green sepals become Fake nails in child’s play It is all beautiful, speckled Like colors of tomorrow! A burst of tanginess Tingling the soul, Children head home Chewing sepals, petals; Just a flower, so much to give Until it melts – orange, blue All comes to rest, in dusky hue!