The Raining Fireballs V S Balakrishnan Poetry

local_library The Raining Fireballs

by V S Balakrishnan

Published in Issue No. 298 ~ March, 2022

It’s been raining fireballs for weeks now,

Crimson red, bright orange with golden streaks,

Filling my sparkling eyes with awe, reflecting its glitter,

A rare occurrence of worth in our small, hidden town.

With no clouds to enshroud, disrupting the view,

The sky overflows with the sun’s hot piercing rays,

Setting the ever-wandering air molecules in motion, super-charged,

Enchanting the viewer, an impressive sight to behold.

The land turns red with boiling sand,

Sprinkled all over with sparkling, burning spangles,

And clumps of dark soot like shiny black pearls

Adorn the grassy fields, turning the plain into a magical land.

But as I look up and stare at the vast emptiness,

Scanning its domain from horizon to horizon,

Searching for this blazing wonder’s origin and path,

Wondering what lies undiscovered in the mysterious beyond,

I am dumbstruck by the revelation much to my surprise,

As I hold a green organic matter in my hand with crumbling edges, that

It is not from the outer space, hitching a ride with a passing asteroid,

But from the nearby forest, its emerald treasures looted

And camouflaged in brilliant scarlet flame

Smuggled out of its woody fortress, its guard having brought down,

In bunches and pieces, torn and carried afar by the blowing wind.

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I am Balakrishnan writing from Tamil Nadu, India. I am 29 years old and have earned my BA in English literature. I write in both English and my mother-tongue Tamil, and have self-published a poetry book in both. My works have appeared in Pif Magazine, Better than Starbucks Magazine, Plants and Poetry Journal, Poets Choice, Castello Duino Poesia, The Wire's Dream Magazine, Coffee People Zine, Unstamatic Magazine, and Dissident Voice. Besides writing, I am also interested in gardening and painting as well.