The sky opens up to us, by and by
Even with someone or the other
Staring at it at some point of the day,
(It’ll get to know light years later, it’s alright!)
Some squinting for inspiration, some with disappointment,
Some with hope, some at child-like wonder.
The sky is a shy, breathing being, you know.
Who knows what secrets it keeps on the other sides?
Do you think it is two dimensional?
It never perceived itself that way, you know?
The changing colours are only a peek into her person’s aspects, you
know.
It’s constantly unfolding,
Like a neatly-folded piece of origami
Sky’s the limit, you all say?
I wonder whom the sky looks up to
For inspiration.
