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?

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.

You are not ready
to leave everything
and set out to face the world
to achieve the dreams

if you are worried of how people
will treat you

if you worried for your likability

if you need people to tell
what you are doing is good
and you should continue

if in the death of night you are worried
for your future

if in the harshest times you look back
and sigh with regret

chasing dreams is getting lost
purposely with acknowledging the fact
that you might not find yourself
back again ever.