Sometimes I look at the sky and wonder
Where will it end?
Does it strech far beyond my doubts and insecurities?
Isn’t it the same clouds that touch the mountains, deserts and oceans?
The sky isn’t blue always
It changes it’s color
From yellow to orange, from pink to red
And from violet to black at nights
Just like my mood
How it swings from joyous to annoyed, from
angry to guilty, and from cranky to sad at times
I turn around and here comes the rain
All of a sudden, I’m unprepared
But I hope to see a rainbow
There isn’t any yet
Or my myopic eyes can’t spot it
I take a moment to feel the humid breeze
See the sun shine right above my shoulder
Birds singing in a language wish I’d understand
I ask the wind, “Where are you going”?
To the past or the future?
Can you take me with you? I would love to wander too
I expect no answer and it makes me smile at this present moment
I am tired of the vehicles honking, human ramblings and industrial noises
My ears are keen to listen to the buzz and the meows
I stare at the blue sky again and ponder,
Where are all the stars hiding?
There is some brightness in the dark
I realize, the next time I gaze at the night sky
And I happily forget all the ugliness of the world seeing the meteor shower