Turn your face up
Look at the sky
It is always there, up above and so very high !!
A child can see his world in it,
Be it an animal or any person he meet,
the scattered clouds take that form,
always ready to greet..
For a growing kid,
it comes with an exotic meaning, the sky,
a new limit to reach, a new horizon to touch,
a new dream to just fly and fly..
For a happy being,
it is a colorful rainbow,
for a sad one, alas,
it’s a dark, dull roof of sorrow..
One day it’s a river of hope,
flowing in all shades of blue,
The other day, it becomes a fiery red,
Is that the anger or blush of newly wed?
Some days it becomes a white cotton candy,
While the others, it brings darkness all around.
How does it changes so much?
I always wonder, was the painter ever found?
Who makes it look so different every single day?
How is it that all we look at same sky,
Some are tormented by its shadows,
Some gets wings to fly high?
Is it the sky, I wonder,
Or is it the painter so great,
Who make each look at a different fate?
The questions remains the same,
Who paints the sky?
Is it some person with some name,
Or is it we, ourselves to be blamed?
I wonder, Is it the sun, the stars
or lights, or rain,
or clouds, or weather,?
or Is it just our contentment and our pain?
May be sky is the mirror,
which reflects our thoughts,
Each have their own brush,
each has to connect their own dots.
Be confident, have patience and paint,
If you don’t like your sky,
try yourself a different color,
Remember, it’s your canvas and only your rules apply.
So, keep that smile big,
don’t let your dreams die.
Keep wondering, keep dreaming,
Keep painting your own sky..