Poem: Under Raucous Skies

Under Raucous Skies,
As the sun dies,
And the night city lights,
Spring to life,

And then with a crash,
And a lightning flash,
The bulbs turn dark,
And the city turns black.

The gods are neigh,
Heaven and earth torn asunder,
As the aether burns with fire and thunder!

Hear their cry, ye mortals,
Hide within thy stony abodes,
As night turns to day for a tick,
With the titter of rain on the roof.

Oh ye wise, watch out,
For the powers of yore are about,
Dancing and mocking the sun,
Bending nor kneeling to anyone,

Sway with the wind,
Light up my face,
And celebrate thunder,
As the sun slumbers.



Hello, Sunday!

Last Monday evening was selfsame to most Mondays. I was getting ready for dinner, then the lights flicker and the power dies, a most familiar feeling in India during the monsoon season. About 10 seconds later, a huge wave of wind rushes around and through our house, as if it were succeeding the blackout, as lightning does to thunder. Mayhaps the wind laid a branch upon the local transformer on it’s way here. Rain and lightning soon followed suit, and the city was drenched once more.

There I found myself, at near midnight, with nothing but lightning to illuminate my page as I inscribed this poem with the black ink of the night while in an inspired fervor. Rain gently tinkling around, while lightning tore up the sky in a most mesmerizing fashion. To steep in such momentsĀ  is all the artist lives for.

Signing off, and until next time,



Poem: The Storm

The Storm

I remember that day clearly,
the only thing unclear was the sky,
browed with heavy grey eyes
as the heavens started to cry

the tempestuous elementals did storm forth
as they rended the skies asunder
with brilliant fire and thunder,
leaving mortals in their wake to flounder.

it seemed as if the aether was a-battle,
with raging demons clashing,
with turbulent spirits flashing,
and frenzied war gods smashing,

while earthlings scurry and hide,
the immortals make no sign to abide,
they rejoice in battle, their spirits rearing to fight
and battle they do, long into the night.

~Adithyaa Raghavan

Hello Sunday!

This is just a small poem I wrote on 23rd April 2015, after a particularly stormy bout of weather. Seeing that the current season is the monsoon with its incredible storms, I thought it would topical to post about typical tropical events. It isn’t anything deep, its just that the thought of lightning being the result of whats essentially a gargantuan sock treading across a heavenly carpet makes me feel rather tiny.

Signing off,