DeepWaters

Limpid look like stones from Africa. Decked like stars in Aurora pyramid of hope. Arranged in bravais lattices, Reflecting colours of the rainbow. View the sky blue from water droplets. Ocean blue deep rooted. Orange sun, Greyish moon. Greenish leaves.  Colourful rays in a transparent world. What do you reflect?  Brownish skin? Reddish hair? It's a colorful planet. Ignore the molecules of pigments. For blood turns green under water. The body covers the spirit . The spirit has no colour. Crystalline humans we are. Beautifying the world with colours of light.

        Those times we sat outside, under a sky filled with stars, we looked out for shooting stars, to embrace one week of good luck. We never stopped looking at the stars. We could spot the ones with the dimmest light. Though they are thousands of light years away, It never kept them away. We tried to count them, But they were way to many. Mother would tell us which one was orion. We could see how outstanding she was. So many years had gone by, since we sat to count the stars. Didn't notice the stars had gone to sleep, not just for the morning, but for the night. Soon to forget the bonds that tied us, To count important the worthless things, We lost sight of those that gave light in our darkest hour. Those who made the dark long night beautiful. Now we look up to search for them, But they are no more. We covered them up with a dark sheet  And it seems they've gone to sleep. Twinkle twinkle little star, like the diamond you are. Though the