The Sun
Like a timid introvert
Hiding behind the mountains
Gently peeking through the misty skirts
Awake!
Like drops of smearing paint
She blushes the entire canvas with tangerine streaks
Caressing the clouds with light medallion taints
Rise!
Like a brave, glowing flame
Her vibrancy came
Popping
Sizzling
Crackling
Frizzling
Filling the rifts with beaming scorching rays.
Rejoice!
Like an ephemeral thriller
Her magical glee vasnishes from sight
As she reveals the charming azure that stays.
Clouds
Caressing, gently, the
Lavish, immaculately white snow
On the
Utterly almighty Annapurnas, as I gaze upon it,
Dumbfounded and simply amazed!
Terraced Gardens
Rows
alternating
highlights and
shadows gleaming
under the exuberant sun
Jagged
and uneven
overloaded with
the benevolance of
farmers’ tender footsteps
Steps
leading to
the azure blue
stpes descending
from what we call heaven
Bridge of thoughts
While I cross a cantilever bridge that
leaps
across the
deep
deep
valley
as I ponder upon my
deep
deep
thoughts.
Also published on Medium.
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