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.  


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