As the sun sank down the horizon, the sky was spanned with multi-colours of orange and red. The clouds kept floating away from me, as if it’s their time to go home too.
A wave of balmy air brushed past my face, and all the bad memories of day just faded away. The dazzling light of the day, made way for a starry night. I stood below the blue-black sky oggling at the sheer brilliance of the full moon.
I’d never felt so positive ever in my life, like I did at that moment. The day had bought me dismality and gloominess but the night made it all right. I felt my feet dangling in the air and I was flying. Flying higher and higher.
Velvety black sky,
Illuminated by the luminous white moon,
Millions of stars ornated the cloudless canopy, embellishing it more.
Down there, I sat in silence,
Profusely crying for someone,
Who was once, mine
The brightness of the night,
Seemed like a curse to me, on my fate.
Just then, I spotted a shooting star,
Followed by its long shiny trail,
Bidding goodbye to the farm,
Where it had always stayed.
Up there, it was still radiant.
The moon didn’t lose its glow and the stars continued to beam
I chided at the thought of the sky, for not crying
Over losing of one of its precious gem.
Have the sky, moon and stars perfectly learned the art of ‘to let go’?
Have they, really?