I OFTEN LOOK UP TO THE SKY

i leave it to your interpretations...

I often look up to the sky

gazing till where my eyes reach

a sea of tranquility

speckled with myriad colors of earth

"Oh! how wondrous it'd be"

craves the foolish heart of mine

mustn't it know i ain't got wings

to soar so high?

It's a free world, i assume

contrails of smoke uniting

with clouds so mighty

li'l specks of black gliding

across an expanse of serenity

It's a happy world, i assume

evening hues dancing along the 

bright, blue skyline

as the pleasant beam of dusk

marries the placid sunshine

"wish the sky were home.."

ponders aloud the poor heart of mine

mustn't it know home can't be built 

on blocks of lies?

Yet, i often look up to the sky

through the shattered glass of 

my dusty, blood stained window

Reviews

[Tabby Mac]

I get many images with this piece. I see a person in a dark place. A prisoner of sorts or a person in hiding during a violent time.
The pictures of the sky so powerful with meaning almost like the sky says the world is to be free and happy or meant to be its vastness and grandness almost demands it, but the prisoner narrates his/her dream to follow the calls of the earth but the reality is that there is no freedom or happiness just smoke, pain, and war. To follow the sky would be a lie for there is no happiness or freedom.
Very deep images come to mind. I feel a deep sadness intertwined with acceptance of reality.
Very powerful. Not sure what it was meant to mean but that is where it took me.
Tabby

[Bhumika Rao]

thankss tabby.. :) yes what you think is exactly what i intended to portray!!

[Tazeen Ahmed]

this is so beautifully penned !
I really love this stanza , it's so expressive...
"It's a free world, i assume
contrails of smoke uniting
with clouds so mighty
li'l specks of black gliding
across an expanse of serenity"

[Bhumika Rao]

thanks a lot Tazeen!!

[KTizzle]

I found I really liked the cohesiveness of this poem. I could picture the sky the narrator was looking at. I actually don't like the "blood stained" part because I felt like it was good at being abrupt, but gave me so many questions. Maybe it was meant to be about perception and how it changes depending on where we are standing. Never mind, I think I like it that way.

Thanks for sharing with me! Have a great day!

[Bhumika Rao]

thank you Jazz lover!!! well, this poem is about a young, ambitious girl who is fascinated by the beauty and tranquility of the sky but is compelled to live in a war torn nation ( "blood stained,dusty window)
this is some kind of a tribute to kids in Syria and other places....
#FightAgainstTerrorism

[Not Active]

this is a very powerful and extremely well written poem. I enjoyed reading it, well done.

[Bhumika Rao]

Thanks Oakley!!! I'm glad you liked it :)

[barleygirl]

I was immediately drawn in by the title. Your poem didn't disappoint. You've done a great job of including many unusual, yet recognizable ways to describe sky-gazing ("contrails of smoke" . . . "lil specks of black") . . . my only tiny drawback is the line "bright blue skyline" (I think this could be described using something more imaginative than the everyday "bright blue"). I love the idea of wishing the sky were home. I love the contrast of "my dusty bloodstained window" which leaves a big gash in our idea of where this narrator is coming from.

[Bhumika Rao]

Thanks barleygirl....well i agree that i could have used a better expression instead of "bright, blue sky". thanks again for your honest review...it was really helpful!!