Under the Starless Sky of Dubai

Under the starless sky of Dubai,
Few souls wonder why
dreams are pumped up more than the oil in the region.

 
Under the starless sky of Dubai,
The blinding lights from the dream city
representing hope, dream and pride.
Did I forget glamour?

 
Under the starless sky of Dubai
Red, yellow, black, white, and brown colors meet.
Does the color wheel chart matter? Isn’t our blood red?
Separating us was the tradition imposed;
Nevertheless we all share the air we breathe.

 
Under the starless sky of Dubai,
Change lives up to its true meaning.
People say goodbye before you realized they just said hello.
“Come visit me in Abu Dhabi sometime,”
“Sure, man I will”
Never happens in ages.

 
Under the starless sky of Dubai,
We meet people we call our family.
A brother or a sister from another mother.
We have witnessed how they grow,
and how they age.
Same laugh different color of hair.

 
Under the starless sky of Dubai,
Busy minds are occupied by myriads of things
Sand dunes cannot compete how thoughts have their unending worries.
How is Ma? How is Pa?
Skype knows the answer.

 
Under the starless sky of Dubai,
Tourists fly to enjoy the beach.
Loud music to fill in the gap and the temporary space in their core.
Old songs to remind an old love that is thousand miles away.

 
Under the starless sky of Dubai,
Hearts have been broken.
Shattered like a broken tainted glass,
waiting to be melted by the 50 degrees summer,
hopeful for uncertain wholeness.

 
Under the starless sky of Dubai,
Airports welcome fresh dreams.
Souls anxious to chase their destiny.
Bid good bye to hopeful tomorrows or a relief of ending sorrow.

 
Under the Starless sky of Dubai,
Man’s creation extending its arms to the cradle of heavens;
source of excitement and awe to hundreds of spectators.
Few direct their eyes to the skies deliberately
and wondering why less cloud in a broad daylight.

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