Long ago, stood a time,
when the stars lay humble, twinkling across the night sky.
blinking across the silent innocence,
laid humble & blinked as the breeze went by.
Dear we were versed of cipher,
fascinated to ponder into the oblivion so yonder.
Nihility of lifing, and the entity of voidness,
anything ever endured then, was our skill at specter.
And then, every year, came this festival of lights
and we smiled at the flare of every single firework across the sky.
As the sky still laid humble, calm & serene.
with the same innocence still spanned across & underneath thereby.
Immaculateness it still clinged to.
But some of it strayed underneath it along with the time.
The sky still laid humble as ever,
peered at every execrable juncture cooking across the grime.
For some part of it, of the impeccability,
was atoned for part of the ignorance.
For the inculpability too came with yearnings,
for cupidity too savored the equal essence.
Some predilections were never acquainted with bitter ends,
some simply never wanted to accede the lines & verges.
They just kept yearning,
For a mortal soul was never meant to apprehend any snag of urges.
And they kept tossing wishes,
at the blink of every falling star.
The sky, still humble, as ever,
smiled at every innocence wishing this far.
The heart was still a child,
blessed as much with innocence, that much with ignorance.
It yet played merrily with its verve of chimeras,
and loved to smile at every grace.
As for now, the heart was filling out,
as the vagueness calmly bleach away.
But the innocent skies, still humble,
wide open, twinkling smiling they lay.
