It was a grizzly sky indeed So dull and drab The Kind, that reminds you of a Middle aged mistress, deeply in despair Puffing up a ballooned pout. Who is casting ash over Our azureous canopy? From where does this dark fleece Suddenly loom over the cerulean spread of our Feigned serenity and repose? No tiny limbs No more li’l birds Nowhere a li’l star even Such troubled and crumbled this sky of mine now
Ah ashes, The relics of severance. Swaying images of a Rootless, grievous tree Keep flashing while the Sense numbing brew, Burns through the blue veins Could you gather, how shaken is This sky of mine?
Hauling bats, Twinkling stars Musical background and cloud with marks Cold waters running like Nile; How beautiful is AM and it’s sky! Moon playing hide and seek with clouds; Wondering why can’t the sun come when moon is around? Hoping
I was dreaming in silence A wave of division woke me up The wave was concocted The wave was fabricated The wave changed everything From religion, politics, traditions and faith The wave said you were misled The wave said you