Dusk

A beautiful day drawing to a languid evening. The Sun retiring behind a hill. Preparing itself to rise and illuminate some other part of the world.

Journey of life.

The first thing that caught my attention in this photograph was the cloud formation. It looked like smoke coming out of a steam locomotive moving towards the fog for an undisclosed location. Other factors were the amount of water everywhere. The calmness of the sea, the sailboats. The vermillion sky covering everything like a blanket and the ring of gold in the sky. And finally the acknowledgement of the fact that even if time seems to have stopped for a moment in a picture, it is the only thing that always keeps moving forward, never once looking back.

Chugging engine of time, blowing clouds in the past. Catching up with future slowly, amidst the fog of mysteries.

Venturing into the unknown, like the depths of ocean. In present but calm, like sailboats sailing on gentle rippling waves.

Wind directing the course of life, towards pain or pleasure only we can decide, for it's within us and not outside.

Vermilion umbrella of sky protecting innocence. Rings of sunshine like wedding bands committed to adventures.

Vast expanse of water, capricious but in nature. Resembling life, bellowing  new challenges everyday.

Past, present and future; survived, living and anticipating right now, right here!

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal.

Skyscrapers

 The most striking thing about this photograph is,  it looks like a painting. The buildings are reflecting the colours of the setting Sun in a surreal way. The skyscrapers look like people with their arms up trying to hold the sky. I did not have to write the poem, it came to me.

Like Atlas, they stand tall, holding the sky with their arms.

Like giant chameleons, they change colours, from dawn till dusk with  dancing shadows.

Like diamonds, they glitter, in the neckline of Hudson.

Like warriors, they hold their ground, no matter how the weather.

Winter, Summer, Spring , fall; they have seen  everything and  suffered all.

Clustered together like spears of Gods, are the skyscrapers of New York.

Photography Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal.

Dusk to Dawn.

The setting Sun sets ablaze the trees; diving into the horizon, splashing evening in its wake.

Fire in the sky douses from red to orange, orange to pink, pink to purple; finally a midnight blue.

Twilight waits patiently for the Moon to rise; for the silver fingers will caress it to sleep tonight.

Lady night descends gracefully in her dress, jet black; stars sparkling like sequins in her gown.

Owls hoot, crickets sing, fireflies dance ,decorating the trees; it's time for nocturnal glee.

Moon shoots up, turning oceans into liquid silver; irresistible, its pull, tides rise to kiss the moonlight.

Calm engulfs, living sleep; while dawn breaks the silence with chirping of birds.

Horizon sets ablaze, sky catches fire; oceans bleed red, reflecting the ball of fire.