Inescapable,
whenever I see myself,
I look up
at stars, moon
and their glory.

How they prick
our darkness
and pretend to redeem
their limits.
They have been
bounded by
the infinite sky
and still,
pride themselves
of calming
our screams.

It gets me to think,
what do they dream?

I think, they dream
of the time after
this life of certainty,
of coldness of breeze,
and smell of green leaves.

Such wonderful is this
fanciful retreat,
that it binds them
till eternity.

Then I ask
all clutches of monotony
and every boundary,
how far can you take me?
As this distance is-
measure of my escape,
and magnificence of my leave.