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Daybreak

I have seen daybreaks in the middle of nights 

I have seen night breaks in the middle of days 

I have known the weather outside anchoring the inside 

I have known the weather inside embracing that of outside

And I have loved all of them, always


Now, for once I specially love the evenings 

I can see the day and the night both in the sky 

I can see the contrast in the clouds 

The contrast of colours which are neither too light nor too dark 

They are somewhere floating in the middle

Creating shades, in the sky, in my eyes 

Among all these convoluted and exquisite colours, I can see you.


I can see you

Before the clouds, and beyond the clouds 

I can see you in all the shades that exist in the sky, 

The blue, yellow, orange, purple, red

I can see you through the spectrum of million rainbows, and through the monocle of absolute nothingness

I can make anything that I want of you

And thats what makes life beautiful ... ❤️

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