I walked out of the hospital bone tired, only to be greeted with thunder, lightning and gusts of wind. Dark clouds, pregnant with moisture, hung low in the sky. It was unnaturally dark and eerie. I looked at my watch to check the time; just 5-00 p.m.!!!
The last time I had looked at the sky was at 7.00 a.m. when the day had dawned, bright and sunny. Thereafter, a difficult delivery, an emergency C-Section, a waiting room full of patients, inpatient rounds and a busy afternoon surgical list had kept me indoors for 10 long hours.
As I walked home, the skies opened. Within minutes, the road resembled a river and I was soaked to the bone. My spirits lifted and I had to restrain myself from dancing in the rain, my age and profession playing spoilsport! All around me, I could hear people cursing the vagaries of the Mumbai monsoons. By the time I reached home, it had stopped raining. Twilight had descended, bathing the sky and air with a translucent, pale pink hue. The world shimmered in its radiance.
Slowly the light dimmed and night fell.
I mentally applauded Nature’s theatrics and remembered a poem I had penned almost 30 years ago………
KALEIDOSCOPE
The sky
Like
A lover
Shivering
With passion
Boiling
With rage
Spitting
Fire and hell
Wild, Wanton, Beautiful.
Her fury
Soon
All spent
She
Weeps softly
Tears
Each drop
Falls
Jewelled, Bright, Pure.
Through eyes
Wet
A smile
Peeps
Shyly pleading
Reconciliation
Sweet laughter
Breaks
Rainbow-hued, Joyous, Gay.
The sky
Like
A lover
Quivering
With joy
Unsurpassed
Of giving
Receiving
Hope and Life
What a Drama Queen!!!!!
World Theatre at its best!
2 comments:
Nice poem... N loved the first picture... what u wrote is so true
Thanks . All three pics were taken from my bedroom window . surprisingly this is in Mumbai.
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