The sky above, a canvas wide,
In shades of blue, my dreams reside,
It holds my gaze, through sleepless nights,
As I wrestle with the fading lights.

In this room of tangled dreams,
Where time slips by in silent streams,
I lie awake, with thoughts that spin,
A restless mind, a world within.

The sky, it watches, calm and vast,
A constant through my struggles past,
In every cloud, I see a map,
Of places far beyond my grasp.

Yet in its depths, I find my peace,
A silent promise of release,
That one day, through the winds I’ll glide,
And journey where the stars reside.

For now, I toil, with messy days,
Through tangled paths, in sleepless haze,
But every glance up to the sky,
Reminds me that my dreams can fly.

So, I’ll hold on, with weary hands,
To hopes of distant, foreign lands,
And though the night is long and deep,
The sky above my soul will keep.

One day, these dreams will find their wings,
And soar where the horizon sings,
Across the world, I’ll journey far,
Guided by the sky, my northern star.

~शिवम् पाल



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