as dips the golden aureate behind the hills
flapped the avian it's wings in sync
did it foresee the faraway azure
was it crimson red or sapphire dark
 did the stars sparkle more
or showered meteors in row ?
was the chariot of soft feathers
or a mattress of muslin
empty are the words 
color less the sky
was the instant painful or infinitesimal
how can my ink ponder on?
the heart beats in silence
hearing the soul's presence...
journey of life ,thus remains
the unpredictable ...

@ soumya vilekar