Weather Wages a War

It was a bright Friday evening
Sun, the streetlight of Earth
Ready to move to his next shift
Nothing in this seemed strange
But everything was about to change

Streets swarming with people
Like aliens headed towards home planets
Like rivers running towards the oceans
To reach their nests and relish their weekend
But their dreams will meet a steep bend

And then began the thunderous trumpet
Heralding the arrival of the fleet
On dark, fluffy vessels named as
Nimbostratus and Cumulonimbus
They were here. Ready to ambush

The trumpets became louder and louder
Unaware earthlings running helter-skelter
Frantically in search of protective shelter
Some proactive ones donning shields and armours
Of colorful umbrellas and trendy trenchcoats



 



<<Yet to be completed>>
**My attempt at writing Martian poetry, still searching for some outlandish metaphors to complete it.

Am I Alive?

I see

but

am I observing?

I hear

but

am I listening?

I smell

but

am I savoring?

I taste

but

am I relishing? 

I touch 

but 

am I feeling ?

I smile

but 

am I happy?

I read 

but 

am I learning?

I think

but 

am I acting?

I plan

but 

am I implementing ?

I sleep

but 

am I resting?

I believe 

but 

am I trusting?

I thank

but

am I grateful?

I age

but 

am I growing?

I live

but 

am I alive? 

Image courtesy : 

http://thegamershub.net/2011/09/i-am-alive-a-downloadable-title/

A friend of mine recently sent me a text message asking "You alive?" , which prompted me to write this post.  


Linked at OpenLinkNight Week 29 by DVerse Poets Pub

Date With The Lake

As the Sun makes his vanishing act,

The Moon takes over his job

Accompanied by Edison's evolved wonders.

Chirping birds are busy in sweet dreams

Filling their spots are chirps and squeaks

Of six legged arthropods and  bats

He loses himself gazing at her

In her , he finds himself,

Her lucidity mystifies him

With green photosynthetic beauties

Playing the symphony of silence

With a timely disturbance of honks and horns

The calmness which she has, eludes him

Being such a center of attraction

Yet so simple , yet so humble

Deep within this concrete jungle

In the desert of modern times

She is the oasis of nature!

  

  Image courtesy : Google Images 

Linked at OpenLinkNight Week 28 hosted by DVersePoets

Breaking Borders

F E A R S 

bordering us 

from 

having

FAITH

T I M E

bordering us 

from

staying 

in TOUCH

H U R T 

bordering us 

from 

being 

HAPPY

M E M O R I E S

bordering us 

from 

enjoying

the MOMENT

P R E J U D I C E S

bordering us 

from 

understanding

PEOPLE

D O U B T S 

bordering us 

from 

pursuing 

our DREAMS

B O U L D E R S

bordering us

from

being what we are

 MEANT TO BE.


Prompted by Poetics prompt by Claudia at DVersePoets - B ¦ O ¦ R ¦ D ¦ E ¦ R ¦ S

Cat Of Many Colors

I was all dark and black
But something I used to lack 


With my color, I was fed
So I wished to be all red. 


Everyone told me, I was a silly fellow 
So I changed myself to yellow


But then I felt quite mean 
Because with jealousy I turned green 


After all this, I had no clue
With sadness I turned blue


At last, I fell into a dark sack,
Finally I came back to being my dear black

Image courtesy : Google Images

This was an impromptu rhyme I came up with while attending a workshop on telling stories to kindergarten kids conducted by Dr.Vatsala Iyengar ... Haven't made much edits to my original draft