Poetry Travel

The Northern Lights

the northern lights

Miles above the sprawling terrain of the frosty, forlorn North Pole,

A spectacular sight in the stunning starry sky sings to our soul.


Glorious colors burst forth- an electric blue, a violent violet, and a grassy green,

Nowhere else in the world can such a startling sight of soaring streams be seen.


The auspicious heavens illuminated by the blazing hues of a celestial flash,

From God’s own palette, across the canvas of the sky, the vibrant shades splash.


This wondrous view, we proudly christen the Aurora Borealis,

As the beams of light creep between rungs of the clouds’ trellis.

Geethika Simma
A kindred spirit with a dry wit and a sharp tongue. I have an unhealthy obsession with reading and writing. I also sing a bit and shuffle my feet to music which I’d like to think as dance. When I leave my hair out, I look like someone who enjoys sticking their fingers in the electrical socket. This blog is an outlet for my scribbles, doodles, and occasionally a platform for my poetry and artwork. It could be a simple observation about life or a heated debate about the political atmosphere in India – any topic under the sun and galaxies beyond could serve as writing material for me.

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