Crimson Sky

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A touch of red wine,
mixing in the blue above,
brewing the sky
into a million shades
of loneliness,
love
and whatever lies in between.

Faith

They say faith lies

in church, mosques,

gurudwaras and other places

but I have seen faith in eyes

of a little girl kissing his brother goodbye

at airport, a mother hoping for his son’s

overseas call and guy who believes his

dog will recognize him after years.

Faith is a gift some are yet to recieve

It hung there
for god knows how long,
must have been tired
of all those stares,
the gasps
and the noise all around.

I wonder if they ever need a hug,
an imagination being trapped
forever in a box and sealed in glass
is beauty and cruelty at the same time.

There were letters,
I never counted
I couldn’t find the strength
to open even single of them

yet they kept coming,
every year on Sept 6th
and I still regret saying to her
Will you write to me every year?

Alone,
A million stars,
some even unseen,
wander in the dark void,

Every night
somewhere in the world
they open a wormhole of the past
just for people like me.

I wish we all could free fall
crash out,
and survive
from broken dreams,
lost love
and
people
who pushed us
to a point of no coming back.

She lovingly called me beer
I called her the sweetest wine,
Intoxicated,Adulterated
Our love was beyond divine.