Once on a beautiful day,
I sat under an ethereal evening,
Sitting on my favourite chair,
while the sun setting beside,
Just like some Cinematic movie i watch.
The skies driven along—
With the flairs of clouds and some touchings of silver lining,
Maybe the universe wished to paint a little.
Just like my thoughts wandering around,
Through every cell of mine,
Atleast the sky never invites pain.
The thoughts arrives without a warning,
Wearing the mask that hypnotizes me,
As beautiful as the sky I looked upon,
Heading towards the west,
As if it is wearing the dress of Golden Brown.
Some felt I daydreamed,
Some thought I was high,
Some guessed I slept in that moment,
Except the one who lived in that moment.
Lastly, I opened my eyes,
With a small flicker of the same scenery again,
I smiled, whispered—
"I don't want to forget what i missed"
Moving my head,
It was covered with apartments and towers, hard enough to see the sun itself.
Maybe—
I better Stay High all the time.