Behold, the sky is yet to close,
The vast stretch of infinity has a tranquil pose.
The open sky has undulating ripples of blue,
Like a florid floor festooned with hue.
The fluttering wings seeks solitary bliss,
Away from mundane boundaries.
Into the folds of cloudy pearls,
Dancing with the jocund whirls.
Open sky speaks words enticing,
Showering petals in grooves of spring.
Sprinkling drops of holy hearts,
On mortal grounds in tranquil arts.
The winds of margarine hues unfurls, Splaying out in coltish swirls. Holding rays of amber ball, And uttering cancerous luring call.
Twinkling stars and pellucid moon,
Proclaims vibes of aeonian boon.
Into the tracks of the open sky,
Their alluring aura runs too high.
My gleaming eyes with myriad dreams,
Count through words of glinting themes.
The open sky with mysteries deep,
Will never let my soul to sleep.