DUSK

The horizon is blurred, lost in the distance,

Inadequate light spoils the union,

“Live n let live”, the people say now,

Nature should not be given space for oblivion.

The season’s sweet smelling air cleans me,

My eyes get a sight to refreshen up,

I don’t want to blink the eyelids,

Lest the scene breaks like a china-cup.

The air is cool, runs along every inch of my body,

I shiver in the gathering darkness,

Gloom is nowhere in the vicinity,

My mind jumps around with sudden madness.

Darkness does not chase away the feeling,

It rather induces the mood,

And tends to fine-tune it into something,

That is appealing and can burn like wood.