BY DEVASHRI KHANDADE
I sit under a tree, occasionally
No bliss to celebrate
There lingers aloft
A veil of melancholy
For the bride of woe and blight
A darkness weighs in the heart;
Even blue seems bright,
Weary of the cycle of life,
I peer into the Sky
With hands in the air
Ask ‘why?’ – Out of spite.
No words spoken truer,
In that blame I respite.
The Sky never looked bluer.
Tell it to the Sky,
To never question nor deny,
To grant all wishes,
To manifest every desire,
To deliver mercy to the beggar
Even to the hands that conspire.
Tell it to the Sky,
Who lives alone –
Above the clouds,
Eternally burdened
To watch the bleak reality
Come to pass.
To embrace the dark slumber
Only to awaken,
Falling in love with stars.
Tell it to the Sky,
To burn forever in the Sun
To reign all doubts
To be the sum of all limits
And the theme of metaphors
Yet no one is proud.
Ask it to the Sky
How does he cope?
The routine of fate – no escape.
Tell it to the Sky,
To carry the bright sunny days
Into the embrace of cold nights.
With a singular hope,
That come morning
“Everything will be all right.”
Tell it to the sky.
Who has been there, forever,
Carrying humanity’s blame
As if he’s the abode of the creator.
Forever has been too long
And forever to go yet
To carry the life’s weight
In balance and abundance
For an ungrateful fate.
Tell it to the sky,
To carry the torch
Of hope and doom,
Regardless, his ache.
Even if you shall not tell it,
Upon every obsidian night,
And beyond the cloudy days
The Sky shall illuminate, yet.
Once upon a crescent night,
The Sky confided in the moon
The cycle of life affects him too.
After each day, the night fell soon.
Does the Sky spend his days,
Worrying about the night?
Is that why it’s blue?
Tell not ‘why’ to the Sky.
If you cannot be kind,
Tell, a grateful lie.
For the mornings always come
When the nights die.
It’s a cycle of life.
No one lives to tell the tale
Of the Knight Sky
They only offer a knife.
And yet, tell it to the Sky
To be an element of life,
Unfathomable to the naked eye.
Sworn to serve till the end of times
And never take a wife
Tell it to the Sky,
To offer the other cheek
He shall agree with no strife.
Tell it to the Sky
To hope despite.
He shall see his friends
At the dawn of night,
Some near, some afar
He shall borrow their light,
And sail the shadows,
Dimly but alit, until daylight.
Learn it of the Sky,
Perseverance –
To love yourself,
To blame no one,
To burry your vices
Where Sky meets the ocean.
Do not ask ‘Why?’ to the Sky
For every action and word we take
For the blues in our lives
And for the black on our face.
For the rain in our grain,
For our fall from grace.
Tell it to the Sky,
To not lose hope
In the human race,
Tell it to the forever alone
Yet grateful Sky,
Who’s humbled by
A single ray of light
By the glorious trees
And their roots, alike.
Tell him
“Everything will be all right”.
Tell it to the sky
About the monster in your closet
And your fear of the dark.
From the warm, woolen bed set
How your sleepless nights bark.
How a ray of light
Through your bedroom window,
Sings you the lullabies of regret.
Tell him from miles apart, don’t isolate.
Never forget,
When in doubt or despair –
Throw your hands in the air
And Bow to the Sky
Who’s forged from the nights obscure,
And thunderstorms a million
From the scorching burns of the Sun,
And cosmic corns, surplus.
A purveyor of dreams
And the emblem of pride.
A mighty force
That can never take flight.
The Knight Sky.
Since the dawn time,
And for millennia now
The forever blue Sky
Consoles himself every night,
And he will tell you too –
“Everything will be all right”.