Golden hues

Golden hues and swirling emotions

Don’t know if the wave reflects the sky or my soul
Deep and powerful with the ever changing shades of blue
The light bouncing off, dispersing within the water
As shadows play in the darkness, brooding away from the luminescence
Warmth spreads through the ocean as the day comes to an end
The ball of fire seemingly drowning within it
Like magic, it disappears at the horizon leaving behind the moon to dominate the sky.
The stars now reflecting off the surface and time passes till another day has come and gone
Looking now for a ray of hope,
The emergence of dawn.
The sky suddenly bursts into azure
Pink, red and golden hues encase the Earth
Blessed with yet another day
Taken for granted yet another time.
Golden hues and swirling emotions
The waves reflect the sky
Me, a bystander appreciating nature once in a while
Projecting my emotions to make meaning of this life…



Heaven: A place on Earth

The silent lake, stood quite still,
Observing the tourists pass by
The mountains high above, kissing the sky,
The birds resting nearby.

I climbed out of the vehicle
After that long, tiring journey
The breeze gently blowing in my hair,
My eyes captivated by the miracle that lay in front of me!

Standing completely mesmerised,
I walked towards the lake
That was surrounded by shabby, brown mountains,
But stood elegant in its place.

“It is a speechless sight”, I had heard
“And colourful in a different way”,
But to actually see the different shades of blue, green, red, made me then believe,
That it was the most wonderful lake!

As I strolled the edge, contemplating
The gifts of God to mankind,
It heard someone, call my name
And I realised it was getting late.

The sun’s last rays
Turned the water to gold,
And the Lake watched,
As yet another tourist
Turned their back on her.



The first rays of the sun illuminates the sky

Shades of red fill the vastness

The ocean reflecting the beauty

Slowly the colour changes

And in seconds everything seems different

Highlights of orange are all that’s left

Yellow dominating as the sun is first seen emerging at the horizon

The clear blue water now sparkling like embedded diamonds

A ship in the distance casts a shadow

A flock of early birds flying by

In a moment the scene again takes a turn

The artist splashing blue paint onto his canvas of creation

White blobs called clouds are then seen along with the spherical sun in the sky

The minimum amount of colour is added

And the masterpiece then left the way it is

For a whole day the artist contemplates about that single painting

Then by twilight another idea strikes

The canvas is once again worked upon

Paint flying hither tither

The azure now disappearing is being replaced with strokes of orange, pink, violet and indigo

The sun, a ball of red is hidden partially behind the clouds that are no longer white

Everything changes at a drastic rate

The flock of birds appearing a second time

But now at the other end of the canvas

The ship closer to the shore

And suddenly

Splayed on the canvas is black

And darkness is all there is left

The Cresent moon then takes the place of the sun reflecting it’s light

White dots the sky while the water reflects the constillations of stars

The painter finally satisfied hangs the canvas on the wall in the only spot devoid of any art

His last painting in place.

He stands in the centre of his masterpiece

The passion aflame in his eyes as he takes in the view

Every inch of the space covered with his art

While each canvas tells it’s own story

They could only be understood superficially when viewed individually

But together they summed up his life in a word

And that was spectacular