Free-flowing verse has no boundaries. It comes from the heart. The results could range from mixed, to bad. But soulful it is. I find myself itching to write whenever on a flight. Watching the earth from just above the clouds is an experience that never tires one. My co-fliers are usually bored of their journeys. I find myself come alive then though...the following lines I managed to scribble on tissue-paper that comes with flight food, when my husband and I were returning from Visakhapatnam. Here goes:
In night's soothing calm
You look so harmless, ye earth!
They glow in the dark...the stars on you
Clusters of white and gold sequins
And you the black carpet.
Fancy flecks on a bridal drape?
Or a dusky goddess' million nose-rings!
I feel like a child yearning
to pluck them from your tree...
I smile, no laugh...no dance in me with glee.
No show could dare rival this splendour
It's not lights that burn from coal, water
or fuel nuclear,
T'is stars from the night sky above
one sees on your girth.
T'is a bride's decorated eyebrows...
one feels as the lights arch over
on your lake waters.
Dark as coal are you
And so is the sky yonder.
I bend as the plane curves,
into you and away from you
It soars and dives,
Strangely, I have no fear.
Never came across poetry
that gave this spectacle the right ode
Nor a painting that justly
canvassed your grandeur.
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