In the morning, I woke to this sky that was white Brightly lit by the sun's light. Then the temperature rose, So rose the water droplets in the air And now my sky was a soft blue Reflecting all that came its way. The show ended with all hues, White,yellow,red,orange,blue Creating unparalleled balance of confusion and grandeur Just like it had planned to. Then the sky was smeared and smudged with black Just like the tired,innocent face of a child After an entire day of play. But the cold night is made warm And it's emptiness filled With the bright bold moon, that radiates Like the red round dot between the jet black brows. The tiny sparkling stars Like the sandalwood paste on a bride's face Shouts in celebration for all the greatness it has witnessed.
But sometimes without any rhyme or reason The sky turns grey, Like most of the time is my mood. I thought it would rain,but it turned out to be like me too. Sometimes the grey is too long The clouds too big. And they collide like warriors Producing sparks from their swords. Thus comes the lightning,the expressions on my face. The thunder follows close,where I raise my voice. Then finally it breaks,never into drizzles But always a stromy rain Causing destruction Claiming life's on its way. Now I have finally realized It's better to have a drizzle every now and then To cool the soar,instead of deepening it any more With either the flood or the drought