You discoursed me on twilights
…outlined the visibility…
that separated the muted crimsons
from the dark
You told me the skies
were not just a sum total
of one’s breaths…
They were the amalgamation
of individual dreams
floating on dewy blues
You said
Time was not just
a matter of moments…
It was a pattern of tiny eternities
Stitched in un-erred regularities
You called monotony beautiful…
and..
I believed you.
very clever and skillfull build up of stanzas - and a great punch line at the end, Sridevi