Friday, 17 March 2017

The "lit up" skyline.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

It seemed as if a brush had gone wild mixing colours of dusk with  just a hint of control.
The sky turned blue, grey, pink, purple about to engulf everything in darkness, when the lights came up and the brush stopped!

It paused, amazed at the glitter, the light, the milky whiteness, the shimmering colours, the deep blue of water.
Witnessing merger of God's masterpiece with man's own, who knew it was possible to paint them together.

They lit up the city, spilled colours in the river,  lights twinkled as if gems  were floating in the water.
The dark pier seemed taken aback with the surge of gold in the river falling like  melted wax from the lamp posts.

They punctured the dark sky with their raised needles, pushing the blanket of darkness away.
They were the guiding lights for the night, the bejewelled crowns that command respect. The magical torches refusing to douse before sunrise.

Finally the brush abandoned the colours of dusk and began preparing the pallette​ for twilight  and dawn of another day.

                                       Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal