I look at the sea
at night
in search of
a horizon.

There isn’t one.

Sky has descended down.
Its stars swim out
to kiss my feet
time to time,
a cold tickle,
somewhat fun.

Like horizon,
you’re not around either.
I ask the sky, in whispers
so that nobody hears,
are we done?

- हर्ष स्नेहांशु