It is a wonderful land- the land of the living skies
Aptly described and proudly proclaimed from car number plates.
It is a land where skies are alive from early morn till late evening,
Beckoning you with their seductive blue- it is surely a blue to die for-,
Or with translucent snow-white clouds floating by,
Or with dark ominous clouds rushing in from their mysterious abode every now and then!
Whether the rain clouds bring rain or hail or just gusts of cold winds
Depends on their mood or whim,
But what is certain is that these clouds will mostly be around,
Engrossed in their play up in
the heavens,
Weaving intricate patterns of their magic web all the time,
Scattering ineffable beauty and amazing colours at dawn and dusk as they come and go.
Their unrelenting roller-coaster ride up in the skies
Speaks of the ceaseless crests and troughs of our lives
With daubs of heart-warming beauty thrown in for good measure!
And so the living skies that have been around for millennia
Become part of an engrossing cosmic drama
That unfolded itself eons ago
And continues its enigmatic journey to this day!
Arun Bhagat
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PS: These lines I wrote while I was there for a month six years ago, pat in the middle of the amazing cosmic drama I have attempted to describe above.
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