21march 2021
The unbroken, serene sky, wordless and pure.. makes us search for the missing clouds.. chidingly questioning our protests at their presence in life.. it speaks of perfection in a moment, meant-to-be.. why abhor the dark clouds.. or fill with hope at their silver lining.. or ones hemmed with gold.. or filled with a romantic haze.. bursting to cleanse.. changing to adapt.. masked realities, unreal, yet beautiful.. unwelcome yet necessary.. filling mundane monotony with a semblance of life.. essential spinners of meanings, weaving in all textures, shapes and hues..
The moon, the sea.. all reflect alien hues.. unbelievably beautifully.. more than the source itself.. like our lives.. this is how they are meant to be.. reflecting divinity, with our present and unique life..
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