Anuva's sky

Marvelled she long at the unmoving mass
Relentlessly steady and resolutely free
Even as it changed through the varied seasons
Through arderous time,through day and night,
Decked in shades of the brightest blue,black and white.

Under the unmoving blue she strolled
The tunes harmony reaching a crescendo
Her black curls rippled down in a bristling platter of cascading sheets
And the monsoons adorned her in a vial of glistening drops
As they dripped delightfully on the perched tamarisks around her
Unaware of a greater world outside
She gazed at the bright blue sky
Her age old friend fading into the distance afar.

And then one day he came,riding on his horse pitch black
The resonating wedding bells sounded hollow today
Even as they danced in mirthful joy
And as the sun rose again,they took her away.

Carelessness of everyday replaced by wrested chores
Saw she not the blue azure anymore
Imprisoned by the fetters of the urban life
Danced she no more as the monsoons roared.

And then one day she broke free
Running up those winding fleet in tepid steps,
Limbered up into the open in palpitating beats,
As the red saree flapped behind in gyrating grates
And Anuva searched for familiarity in the unending blue
For traces of recognition in her childhood friend,
Until she felt numb and wounded,a sour rancour,
As the black chimney belched out in thick rings.
Silhouetted in that smog of distasteful grey,
Robbed of its blue splendour,childhood friend was no more.