Westbound Dreams Poem by Parisha Shukla

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.
The world is going to erase beauty,
then I'll hold onto the feeling it gave me—
even if I have to stay "high" on it.