[ poem  ]

When the sky turned deep blue
People locked themselves ‘inside’-
Contemplating the ‘blue sky’.

Some said the color resembles that of the ocean,
Because it was stretched so far;
Far beyond the horizon to see.

Some said it’s not even the ‘sky’,
But the ocean clinging above our head;
Waiting to drench the shades-
In so many forms and realizations of our lives.

One said it’s not ‘blue’, but white.
And because there were clouds, just before,
Blue merely is a reflection of ‘emptiness’.

In no time, being under the open sky
Became a redemption for many of us-
It was there, but we were not,
To breathe in every corner of it.