Like a moody child of my race,
I visualise hues of changing sky.
Woke up with dawn to find the sky amber,
A symbol of diplomacy and royal dynasty,
Orange chrome obdurant to stay.
Overshadowed by clouds as the day progressed,
Lacked light, debatable ashen grey sky,
Disheartening as the mood goes dull and gloomy.
Clouds flew with the haboob to unveil cyanic sky,
Clear blue of pure thoughts as the deeper ocean,
Imbibing peace into my veins.
As the sun reaches its vertex,
Shining lustrous blonde golden sky,
Exceptionally promising and evoking fortune.
Universe goes calm with the sunset,
That's twilight of reddish yellow sky,
All longings reaching to rest.
As I envisage sky disappear into darkness,
The eyes go blind, looking into zero,
Sky awaits moon to prove its very being.
Written on 4/7/13
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