Roar In the Sky

This year has seen  nonseasonal and heavy rains in different part of the world. Where I live in Bangalore is no different. Not just cats and dogs, its raining monkeys and elephants too 😥💧💧💧 There are other parts of Karnataka where agriculture is dependent on rains and its dry as hay. Is it Murphy's law at play or global warming  or a warning for all of us ?

I have an urgent need to get my roof repaired but the rain gods are not relenting.. 

So i decided to write a poem instead..

The skies roared and rumbled

Seemed like they had a lot in store to grumble.

Dark clouds swirled with their gloomy face

The sun tried to peek bringing in a 'little haze

Then came the heavy downpour

Like its heart could hold no more

They say its a depression in the bay

Or is it an expression of what nature has to say.

A heavy pour here and nothing elsewhere

Is it global warming at play ?

How do we interpret all this anyway ?

 

 

The Kite

 Makara Sankranti is a harvest festival celebrated all over India called by different names in different states.. Bihu, Lohri, Pongal. One of the traditions of this festival is flying kites. This is specially very popular in the state of Gujarat. While the actual reason behind this may be many, for me it signifies the color and vibrance that life  begins to exude with the coming of harvest seasons with its different hues.

Today a few people in my neighborhood  took to this and came searching for a missing kite in my backyard. This prompted me to go to my terrace and watch them as they immersed in this act of pure joy.The last i remember flying one myself was several years back on the Chennai beaches, braving the gusty winds along the seaside, trying to control its flight in vain.

 

 Soaring in the wind, knowing no bounds

Lifting my spirit , inviting me to tag along.

Gliding with the breeze, dangling its tail

Dancing as it rises ,The kite seems to have a mind of its own.

The invisible thread guiding it among the winds

Is holding me too, As I soak in the limitless joy it brings.

Sometimes it goes up, sometimes it twirls down

The hand behind it managing it for so long

Reminding me to play along.