Stranger...

When birds fly past the setting sun

And the sky glows in varied hues.

My eyes scan the blue blanket above

for something unseen, something divine.

I don't know.

The serenity encompass my being

like a mother does to her new born child.

I try to communicate with this stranger,

in the uncanny mode available.

I pray.

I remember the times when stars shone

my cheeks as they hurried past others.

It was bliss.

I wonder what if the sky, the thin air

were but like those glasses permitting

only one way vision. Is he looking at me?

I don't know. It is complex.

I hope my search ends someday.