Dear Sky,

How are you feeling today with your magnificent and enchanting aura? I hope it's a good feeling because I can see you’re up there today with your best form, a proudly glowing yet demurely radiating form of yours, a feeling of pride yet modesty that is the most rejoicing in its own way. I hope whatever feeling may be jolting up in your mind is beautiful because I certainly can see those clouds of autumn hanging in there, fluffy as the cotton, white as a baby’s arm, delicious as the whipped cream, giving me an urge to slurp your clouds and then drink you as a whole, ravishing your taste, with eyes, with my mouth, with my inner entities, with my mind, feeling my mind with sudden want to love you with all my might, see you all day?

My dear wild blue yonder, do you know what position do you hold in my life? Maybe not, but let me tell you. Your azureness defines me whenever I am devoid of any feeling, everything seems monochrome, without any feelings. Your darkness reflects the truth in me, the entities clashing inside me, the dark yet vibrant possession that I adhere to. The smoky wisps of clouds curling up on your surface that reflect the passionate in me, the romantic in me. You seem omnipresent, being there since the dawn of the civilization, a pool of stars and constellations, a bridge between man and God, what aren’t you? You are the only one who doesn’t seem to be confined within the boundaries of the earth, it seems like you have created a limitless boundary for yourself.

Hey you blue, you vault of heaven, do you know that you are the canvas of my aspirations and inspirations? That you have always taught me integrity, how to held my head up high and yet show the utmost modesty one can ever do, that you are the source of my happiness and cheerfulness? Well, you are!

I have always been told that great source of all the joviality on this material earth comes with a huge imposed value of money, but the sheer delight that you provide me with your enormous captivity is free of cost, the most natural flamboyant captivity that holds me. You are quite like me, ambiguous, your definitions varying, contradicting, therefore, interpreting meanings that are unique in their own way.

Can you see me, a creature so miniature, in the heart of this limitless yet bounded land, searching for my soul and trying to get the answers behind life. Is it just nirvana, a transcendent state lifting your intellects up or is it just a huddled bunch of responsibilities and insecurities hurled towards you? Can you see me looking up to you to find solace in your arms or to find God? Perhaps, yes. You may notice the outer expressions of my conflicts, but do you really claim to know the turbulence that goes inside my mind? No, you don’t.

Everyday I am challenged -- mentally, intellectually, directly, indirectly, firmly, aggressively in everything I do. They criticize me, for being coherent. They laugh at me, for my ridiculous humor. They insinuate me and sigh at me, for being an absolute pessimist. They push me forward with all their might for being an introvert, whilst in reality, they just prevent me from growing up, from breaking free. Who? I don’t know. Do not ask me who does that, rather ask me about who doesn’t. Yet, I live amidst all this oppression, knowing that this tyranny will be the end of us all. Yet, I live, would you want to know why? To sip on the hot liquid that you provide, to gulp you down!

You are not only the celestial sphere to me that is full of stars and planets and that contains the huge space to sink me in. You are a mouth-watering, succulent, luscious gallon of hot drink to me, which gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling, driving all my monotonous feelings away, to a far away land, far away from the shackles of atrocities, barriers of wrong intellects pursued at the wrong place, from everything, from reality, which I need the most.

You are loyal to me, following me everywhere I go, coming with the gloomiest clouds of the centuries whenever I want to, showing me your darkest exterior, aligning all my emotions in a linear state of motion.

I take a sip of your hot aura from that humongous surface of blue, and a delight immediately passes through my veins, my taste buds shiver with excitement, that hot liquid of yours soothe me. You are like my own Starbucks order, sometimes I prefer you with those fluffy creams of yours over your hot liquid, sometimes I prefer you plain. Sometimes I prefer a darker shade of yours, sometimes I just take whatever I want. The only difference is, I don’t get to choose from the flavors, you surprise me, with your special appearance. Gulping down that hot delight makes me relish, gently removing my tired and clumsy demeanor, the juxtaposition of my feelings seem to get lost in your gentle yet intense aroma.

Dear shade of intense -- see how I called you shade of intense instead of blue? -- because people only remembers the joyful side of you, not the dark, demure side that portrays real life. And yet, I manage to find a heart-warming treat in your darkest form. You complete me, you enchant me. I am enamored of your magnanimous existence, thus gawking at your body full of wonders whenever I am here. You are my break from mundane routines. You are like a time turner, showing different shades of life. But most importantly, you are a warm, fuzzy, comfortable drink with fluffy cloudy marshmallows that anyone takes a delight in consuming, in savoring. Thank you for being there for me, for following me even in my hardest of times, for comforting me, you azure bliss, captive of my soul!