Far away abides that seemingly infinite space;

Where the white patches adhere,

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.

She's all around when I look up–

Covering those waters and trees, those bricks and shades.

And that coruscating orb within, enabling life to live,

Will someday consume us all!

 

Then those blues again...

Smiling at humanity; she's shy!

When darkness comes along,

It drizzles for a while

Calming down the rage and noise around,

Leaving behind an exquisite panorama.

They race to capture it, Forgetting–

To pause, to feel, to breathe....

The tangerine touch of the West,

Escaping through the abaft of that frame

Slowly getting diluted in her silhouette.

 

I had forgotten such divine existed,

Now there's a whole season to crush on her.

At times,

She does get annoyed

When the clouds come over again,

So it flashes with strong notes and monsoon drops.

Until next time....