The Starry Ground
That place was just amazing.
Like random mosaic maze-ings.
The view was stark and breathtaking.
Three-hundred feet high.
A cold and mildly starry night.
A fort of rocky might.
A light towering above all of the city lights.
A light towering above all of the city lights.
As I looked down, it seemed as if space has fallen onto Earth.
Felt like stars fell from the sky after ripening.
As if they left the sky and their allying.
Wierd patterns these 'stars' formed.
Some moved. Some lazed.
A few amazed.
It was a sight for clueless gaze.
Down under, far below,
A conch bellowed.
Careful speculation showed gallows.
Right in the centre, the stars formed a lit halo.
Beside me went random chit chat and gossip.
How could they miss a sight
Which gave serenity
In every sip?
It does not seem like its quite justifiable.
Some stars heralded festivity. Some showed melancholy.
Some honked jolly.
Some were just holy.
A palace i ignored for this.
This was not a view someone could miss.
A cold mild wind gave me a gentle kiss.
Suddenly, there were a myriad stars up there.
Some shot through the pitch black sky.
A stupid floodlight spoilt that sight.
"Break the light!" There's enough starlight.
Maybe, this is not enough to describe it.
Again, describing the sky on land
Is not an easy knit.
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