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Dark night that walks

There is a dark skyThat walksAcross the scatteringOf Little sparksThen in time it turnsTo the bright blue sideIn keeping, with the pattern,That It must abideIn many such cyclesTravels forward the timeIn its ashes, soon forgottenIs all that I adored as mineAnd then when the urn is filledUp to the brim, piles up the grimeIt wouldContinue reading “Dark night that walks”

I am fascinated by the sky

I am fascinated by the sky It play out a show Every evening without a fail With the sun as an accomplice And the clouds too Both white and dark In equal measure Creating random patterns Like a kaleidoscope and tiles of colourful glasses Random in form to hide the artist Casual and coincidental toContinue reading “I am fascinated by the sky”

In the clouds, there is no boundary

Far above the cloudsThere lies no boundaryDown where the shadow travelsThe bind remains same, but the rule changesFlying as a speck in the skyThere is just the wind and sunshineDown where lies the fissuresMeaning remains same, but the sound changesFlying far above the din Blue sphere floats sereneDown below in the flat landSunshine remains, butContinue reading “In the clouds, there is no boundary”

What’s it worth?

What good would be colours if you can see? Colours add so much value if you can see? But colours can only attract and grab attention. But cannot maintain it It can only add value and be value by itself. For it to be valuable, it needs the divinity of sight. Else a worthless illusion