Blissful Nirvana

"The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, on stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night."
- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

They stood atop the Fort,
Five of them.
And the sky, never so beautiful;
Gazing.

Perfectly positioned,
They stood paranoid.
Never so dubious, he exclaimed,
"God be with you!"

Much to his surprise,
They revered 'The Nataraja'.
Astounding Silhouettes, distinct;
Gleamed the astonishing skyline.

They stood atop the Fort,
Five of them.
And the sky, never so beautiful;
Gazing.