If the sky becomes so white and grey handloom saree,
If the sky becomes
So white and grey
And if i find a climb there to eternity
Will you call me a sky gazer?
If the sky reminds me
Of ageless seas
Where i have found my self sunk,
Will you call me a naive? A sailor drunk?
If the sky changes herself so often
If the sky paints me thus softened
To be nothing but just a few lines
Loosely joined by only clouds in eyes divine,
Will you call me wine?