The Monsoon sky

 Bluest of blues, the true blue. Trustworthy and loyal. A Royalty. Mixed with purity of white. The Monsoon sky.

The Seascape

Cool clouds embrace the warmth of the  setting Sun golden, turning the ocean to liquid molten.
White froth of the waves, slither on the golden sand, quenching its thirst again and again.

Coyly hiding within the descending dusk,  ever evasive horizon waits for the sky to rush.
To hold on to it one last time before they merge, for a while, later to diverge.

Last impression of the Sun floats on the ocean like gold, time slips away quietly, difficult to hold.
Sunshine withers away slowly, fading the sight,  can hardly fathom the beholder's  immense delight.

Dusk finally descends, engulfing sky and horizon as one. When one cannot be made out from another.
Only Dawn has the magical key to separate them again. When the Sunlight ignites the sky and ocean, and boundaries remain...till dusk again.

                                      Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal

Morning stroll 3

The sky burst open like a volcano, spewing  lava in all directions, spreading, flowing like river of death. Consuming everything in its wake and its path.

It burst open like a heart, broken  into a million pieces, bleeding pain. Consuming the one whose was broken.

It's just a way of looking at things,

for the sky exploded with warm gentle sunlight, spreading, flowing like river of life. Reviving everything in its wake and its path.

It exploded like a heart, into a million pieces, with joy that could'nt be contained inside anymore. Revitalizing, disburdning, whose burst.

It's just a way of looking at things,

For even if it were lava, time turns the fields of destruction into most fertile lands.
For even if the heart were broken, time gives ample opportunities to heal and repair, turning it into flourishing abode.

It's just a way of looking at things.

Strokes of Nature

The wind swirls the clouds in the sky like master strokes of an artist.
The trees reach up to the sky to catch the candy floss in the making.
 Gray hair of a lady blowing in the air.
 Chiffon of a bride trailing behind her.
 Waves in the sky, ocean upside down.
The beauty of nature is surely unbound.
                       
                         
                             

The "lit up" skyline.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

It seemed as if the nature's 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 "lit 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.

The skyscrapers 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 

Winter fog

Sky

Element of Nature