nimbus beams
and confers with Zeus
calls Nephele
Hyades meet
to provide relief from drought
we revel in rain
***
shrieking wind
continuous rain
vying all night
To outshine
silvery sky watches calmly
clouds mingle with poise
© Balroop Singh
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Yellow joy lures
The song of spring is chiming
New dreams awaken.
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This hill regales my muse every single day, each waking moment. It is visible from my living room and the moment it changes its mood, I rush out to capture it.
All these pictures have been taken from my patio. Sometimes I go downstairs to capture a closer look, to smile with Mother Nature and celebrate her moods.
The book in my dream pipe right now is a collection of micro-poetry: Haiku, Tanka and acrostic poems.
A beautiful glow
Permeates through bare branches
Glorious dawn delight!
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Hope sleeps on clouds
Drifts with their rolling rings
Conjuring its own path
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Misty morning carries
Messages of new mysteries
Unmapped paths beckon
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Celestial art charms
When clouds drape colors
Joyful moments tarry
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© Balroop Singh
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Today’s blue sky is special because we’ve seen it after 24 days.
We take many things for granted but today I am talking about blue skies and healthy air. Air that has been crying for attention for many years all around the globe. We battle with smoky air every year.
California wildfires rage every year but they started too early this time.
They were trigged by the lightning that danced across the skies on August 16 in the wee hours of the morning. It chose to touch the earth 10849 times! It crashed on my slumber too. I tried to go back to sleep but was impelled by the continuous thunderous strikes to get up and see. Dawn was breaking when I stepped out on my patio to watch this rare spectacle.
A beautiful dawn
Wore a mask of devastation
Who could discern?
My grandchildren rang up early to share their interesting stories about being scared by the sound and then walked down the stairs to watch the sky from their living room. My imaginative grand daughter added much spice by linking them to Star Wars as my grandson nodded with delight.
The aftermath was horrendous with 367 fires, which have been blazing in the bay area and disseminating smoke all around us. Did we ever dream of being cooped up inside our homes, with windows closed due to unhealthy air?
As if Covid-19 was not enough! Plumes of smoke and ash in the skies polluted air quality miles away from actual fires. The blanket of smoke sat around us for almost a month. “We’re very worried about that combination this fire season, about wildfire smoke exposures and a raging pandemic,” said John R. Balmes, a medical professor at the University of California at San Francisco.
Today my heart goes out to those
Who look up, beady-eyed, at the skyline
Ferociously licking the infernos
Which were once their homes
Ensconcing all their dreams.
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Thank you for reading. This is a short respite as many fires are still uncontrollable while the authorities are wondering whether climate change has any role to play!
But the blue sky looks promising today.
Balroop Singh.
Each morning we would rush out
To swim to the ‘Angel Island’
Inhabited by colorful fairies
We wanted to live that belief.
Ah! The magic of moments…
Enamored by the beauty around us
We made it our second home
Summer brought those blessings.
Showered with rose petals
We sailed into another world
A realm unknown to man
Where melodies of nature charmed.
Immersed in the poetry of water
We walked the magical path
Flowery beds beckoned us
We smiled sinking deep into reveries.
Intoxicated by the arabesque of fairies
We too twirled with joy
Friendship is a celestial gift –
Unequivocal and unparalleled.
© Balroop Singh
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This image evokes the memory of a sagacious song that each bounce of water whispered into my ears; the unforgettable lyrics… having the quality of a lilting and enchanting tune, unique in its form.
As the stream gurgled down with glee, I tried to sing with it and soak in those fleeting moments of unexpected joy. I marveled at its sparkling surge and luminosity that never loses its sheen.
I admired the freedom that nature endows us with!
I wondered at the message that was written on its ripples, the message of surging ahead, of making its own way through the impediments, of singing happily despite the turbulences created by the unforeseen circumstances.
Isn’t life like that? Can we detach it from water, its lifeline?
Is it imaginable without the rocky surface and inevitable incidence?
Can we stop its flow and speed? Can we evade change?
Its childlike innocence, its radiance, its twists and twirls remind us of little joys of life. Its depth and fortitude speak about the stormy weather, which is knitted into the fabric of our lives.
I have spent countless days in the lap of Nature, watching the movement of clouds and the orange glow that spreads across the sky, dancing in the sudden hailstorm, sliding in the snow, walking in the woods and deriving solace from the whispering pines but the impact of that song, which I had heard thirty years ago is far more profound and eternal. Some memories are indelible.
© Balroop Singh
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