Showing posts with label dark clouds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dark clouds. Show all posts

Friday, July 15, 2011

Behold, a Ray !

This is how the sky looked recently , above Bandra, a prominent western Mumbai suburb.

As clicked by my blogger friend , Magiceye, and posted as part of his Skywatch Friday series.

Heavenly bodies, often have earthly reactions, particularly, when tolerance is stretched beyond limits, faced with terrorist attacks, and senseless governance.

At least that's what it looks like to someone, who despairs for those supposed to govern us, and awaits some divine intervention.....

(photo by Deepak Amembal Magiceye)



He watches
disillusioned
as
they
mobilize to destroy,
cheat to acquire more,
mislead to frighten,
power themselves
to impoverish others,
deliberately act blind
while seeing
behind every act
and go about
burning
lives and futures,
of those
who make the country for them.

Black clouds
of a rampant monsoon
thunder in,
like hopes
squeezed in the sky
till the last drop is gone.

He doesnt give up.
Moves,
in burning anger,
quietly
behind the
blackness.
There has to be
a solution
somewhere.
A different heat
a different light,
and he bursts through
a weak patch,
a ray of hope
for a
city,
looking for an answer.....

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Dark clouds of the Mind !

My friend Sylvia ( who probably has a child a bit younger than me) , is an absolute whiz with her camera, and her almost daily blog post is a panorama of beautiful things she sees either from her new house, or at some place she visits.

I've been inspired to make some headers for her blog , purely out of a sense of fun, and this picture of the black clouds posted in her Sky Watch Friday series, got the grey matter into a tangle. Being a great believer in MS Paint helped.

And a poem resulted.

I show the wonderful original, and the "messed up" resultant header below !

(Click on each to see a larger picture !)

(photographed by Sylvia Kirkwood)
They fly around,
the monsters
of the mind,
dark and agitated,
floating
through the
usual calm and blue...

Only to
dissipate
and timidly
go to pieces,
or trouble
someone else
some other time
in another land,
when
the Big yellow
appears from
behind the pines,
flashing
reassurance,
hope,
and peace