skies :)

सुबह पूछें, “रातें-शामें क्या हसीं?”

शामें पूछें, “रातें-सुबह क्या नई?"

~ Zakir, song by Naalayak, the Band

This, not so beautifully, translates to

As the morning unfolds, it asks "What makes the night sky so beautiful?"

As the night arrives, it wonders, "What makes the morning so special?"

They say "Dawn and dusk never meet", they never witness each others' beauty. These profound thoughts make me wonder, and wonder some more.

I often find myself writing in metaphors of the sky, somewhat like now. I find it intriguing how the sky is everywhere, yet so different for each one. Everyone witnesses the sky, but it is perceived by each individual differently.

Sometimes I write about how the sky shines bright, sometimes about how it is dull and gloomy like the sky feels with me, feels what I feel. Sometimes I write about what I see in the sky, the clouds, the sun, the stars, the moon, and everything else I can make sense of. Sometimes I just write about its presence, and sometimes I wonder if it even exists. Because the sky is nothing but a conglomeration of celestial bodies, dust, and reflections, and that's where its beauty lies.

Like anybody else, I have always enjoyed the sunrise and sunset. How the sky changes hues and brings mesmerising sceneries before my eyes, and I feel like the sky is too pretty to not capture as a memory, through pictures or poetry. Though my gallery will not suffice for the peace skies have brought me, I like to think of the sky as something too pretty to capture in human words.

It makes so much sense in itself.

The song "Zakir" by Naalayak, The Band, struck a chord with me, particularly the line about the dawn and dusk never meeting, leaving dawn curious about the dusk's beauty. These poignant words, filled with innocence, have left me reflecting deeply. Does the sky know about its own beauty? Is it aware of the countless times its mere presence has brought me solace?

Have you noticed how no one longs for the sky? Is it because it is always there, always above us, looking at us, giving us hope behind the metaphors of words? Like a warm blanket on a chilly day, it always gives us warmth and solace! And if it is always there, will we ever appreciate it enough?

I like to believe that this is why we wait for these special moments when dust hits dawn, or vice versa. But I don't long for such skies, I just happen to see them on my way and stop for a moment to appreciate its beauty and breathe it in.