This ethereal golden sky,
Limitless and boundless, it is.
Millions of dreams are floating like dust of flyspecks, limitless yet again!
Gust of wind rose the dust on my vision
And I feel tired and aimless, suddenly.
Like the clouds floating lesuirely and aimlessly
To a destination undefined.
I tried to open my arms warmly to a love smeared in the soft breeze.
It ached in pain and
I found my tears dry, now and again!





_Prerana