Tuesday, October 15, 2013

If the sky becomes so white and grey handloom saree,

If the sky becomes
So white and grey
Handloom saree
And if i find a climb there to eternity
Will you call me a sky gazer?

Only?

If the sky reminds me
Of ageless seas
Where i have found my self sunk,
Will you call me a naive? A sailor drunk?

Only?

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?

Only?

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