bengaluru’s sky
is even more wonderful
this april, no?
a pallete of views –
like it is ‘beaut’
with all tints of
ambers and blues.

i visit my terrace
everyday to enjoy
the tangerine sunsets
across the purple skyline
black coffee,
old melodies and
choco chip cookies,
try hard to act like wine.

wonder if they add a perspective,
or awaken my dreams
as the setting asterisk,
mellows it’s gleam beams.

the god’s cotton candies
they distract me a lot –
i play a game with myself
like i played with mom
a snail, a lock, a tree and
some more i forgot!

the patterns and objects
speak to me
as i trace the sky’s
design language,
of serenity and solitude
i seize the pictures
of the nature’s craft
and my soul gets imbued

making me wonder,
where i stand now,
and where i once stood
if finding happiness in
faraway things is good?

pareidolia /pærɪˈdoʊliə/ parr-i-DOH-lee-ə ~ the tendency to perceive a specific, often meaningful image in a random or ambiguous visual pattern