The Painted Sky...'

What do I see, when I look at the sky
It is for me, it's mine, if only I could fly.

Color of the sky, spoke of the changing mood,
The creamy cloudy sponges, for the eyes to soothe.

When the painted sky, hides behind the dense dark fog,
Open up your heart, let the feelings flow, which for a while was clogged.

There are times when you need extra light coz it's burning low,
There are times, when you find yourself stoned in snow.

There are times, when you find your pillow wet, after a broken sleep.
Feel the sky, see the color you met today, let it pull out sorrows from the deep.

This is what I found, when I saw the orange sky...
Refection of life and a spark for the twinkling eyes.

Now when the sky turned grey,
It said there can be dark nights before a bright day.

time for the sky to turn ocean blue,
If someday this can be made true...
If only I could fly high and get away,
If only I could make a nest of laughter, and could stay..

It was said when the sky was turning yellow,
Paint your own world, see blend of colors, to life- say a HELLO.

When more colors I saw, I could hear from high above,
It's for me, I can fly, forgive and live with love.

It changes color for million reasons,
It said, life is beautiful and has seasons.

What I see, when I looked at the sky,
I have colors within me, I can go high.

By Sanjeevani Keshav

THE WORLD'S EYE

Something happened & the world didn't know
It was not that easy to read the reality below.

Someone cried for what was right,
Someone fought for what was a real fight.

The pain caused was unseen,
What was done was judged & was mean.

Standing alone was difficult and tough,
Trust went far off, bitten by a bluff.

Believe in what the WITHIN says,
Wear silence & you will be left amazed.

Ask a question before you go ahead..
Are you what you want to be..
Do you forgive & set yourself free??

Something happened and it was beautiful,
Something happened which could have been truthful.

At the end of the road, it had to last for few minutes,
Broken it was, gave strength beyond limits .

The World's eye had given definitions to it,
The finger pointed, must have killed someone bit by bit.

Something happened and the world didn't know,
To me it was a puzzle and all I knew was to let it go.

For those who can understand,
It was just a story, unknown and unplanned.

By Sanjeevani Keshav