The sky, as I gaze upon it, is split into two magnificent halves.
One the colour of a deepest ocean and the other like a fire of a phoenix.
And separating them is a thin slit, as if a sword cut through the heavens.
As if I was gateway to the beyond, where God himself dwells.
What a terrible and a beautiful sight, one so otherworldly.
I seem to unfit to even glance.
But there it was, so glorious and more.
The first rains have fallen,
And as of to celebrate this memory,
A distant thunder rumble in the void.
Mehak Kukreja
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