More of the life gives less
And sky is the one which always redress
My grand ma’s lore about the sky
Titillated narration made me sigh
At my mother’s lap for hours to gaze star.
Now from oblivion rescuing memories that was kept ajar.
Sky as repository has kept my dreams
I hold many hours of twinkling gleam
Hopping the stars with moon as spring board
From the vastness of silence borrowing the node
Scriptures of my thoughts imbedded to twinkling stars
I Beholds the mesmerizing pageantry up so far
So many wonders to wander at par
Flying Birds when extend it pretends the silken thread in make
Remembers granny on a spinning wheel that sweetly keeps me awake
I look towards the sky and blink
Clouds invading and I saw the lightning with kink
Raindrops in its ecstasy competing to reach mother earth
Thin string of water escape from the slopes and saw the puddle birth.
Wind blew away those clouds and sky looks at me
Sky and me; a relation I hold with glee.
Vanity of the dazzling nature which carries no lie
I always retrace the words which escape to the sky
No matter how far it is and high
It is worth living a life with my sky
WITH SKY OF MY GRAND MA AND MA