Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Mysore Sky:)

Stretched out like a rubber band,
Can't reach out with an outstretched hand.
The colours change with passing time,
Makes you want to hum a rhyme.

A safety blanket during the day,
One that even god can't lay.
Its vast expanse is quite a take,
It'll take forever to even fake.

Awe is the word that one woud think,
Forge some thoughts and make them ink.
It has no face, no hair no smile,
Just the same for many a mile.

Yet its monotony is so brave,
One does always look and crave.
Yes i'm talking about the sky,
It makes you always wonder why.

1 comment:

VikWiz said...

As usual ! Damn good lines ! Nostalgia I sense !!!!