As I fly: 1 and 2

As I fly :1

Watching from the sky 

the rugged green earth below,
I am mesmerized.

Dots of water,
green fields,
low hills,
snaking brown roads
sunbathing lazily.

Gleaming roofs,
stubbled fields,
winding rivers lying still,
slothfully.

Straight lines and curved ones
forming squares and hexagons,
chequering the earth.

From a pigeonhole
in the sky, I spy
abstract designs—
patches of dull
blue, green, and browns
mixing and remixing
Into earth.

Far away, the clouds
fade like watercolour strokes,
smudging the blue sky.

As I fly  2

Unknown towns

 light up the night below.

Their street lights shimmer 

 like streamers, 

Crisscrossing the night -

Aappearing, disappearing  

Creating sparkling designs.

From the tiny bauble in the sky

I watch the light show on earth-

Mysterious and anonymous 

In the dark,

Hiding stories of crime,

 Drunkenness and love.

As the show comes to an end

The curtain lowers , lights brighten. 

Houses slums and skyscrapers pop up ,

Roads come alive with lights from streaming cars.

Glowing streets look like 

strings of pearls.

The show must end .

The cabin stirs,

Seat belts click,

We rise to leave.

Flight Home As I fly 3

Deep forests, gorges,

And cascading waterfalls

Merge into one green.

Clouds come suddenly,

Blocking all views of the earth—

But one gleaming roof.

Into nothingness

We sail on, bumpety-bump,

Waiting to touch ground.

The winding Ganga

Appears—disappears to tell

Home cannot be far.

Tiny houses play

Peek-a-boo with wispy clouds

As landing gear drops.

Down, down, down we drop.

Bright hues replace greens and browns.

One sharp jolt—touchdown.