Thursday, 12 February 2015

Silent Dusk.......

Silent is the dusk......
When darkness sets its arms to touch.......

The orange shadows of its pleasure ......
 Left in the east to set in the west.........

And still beholding the loneliness..... 
Which stops at bay in a silent melody.......

In this silence...... 
When night falls in love with the dusk.....

Reaching to hug it near the shores......
And whispers in it's ears ......

The moment they meet......
Is only this.......

For dusk reunites with the dark......
And celebrate happily the day's end.....

Dusk meets itself 
mirroring the darkness within...

Holding in arms the night like a bride......
kissing it after day's bright light.....

Night dances until it is weak.....
And on its knees, it comes with ease.....

Leaving the dusk on one end.....
It says goodbye for another hunt......

Dusk remains in the bed......
Till evening chants its name again.....

And when it wakes only to hold.....
The night and say goodbye at last.....