Marvel the seasoned sun, retreating subtly in realms of unknown,
With serene sanctity, flaunting mesmerising grandeur galore…
Take off nascent wings at dawn, with naive ardour in store,
Return mellower at dusk, retrospecting to their angelic abode…
Calmly tranquil restores, with descending celestial silhouette,
And that exotic shades concealed by youthful dazzle, subtly it self-displays…
Soothing streaks of light elope, and eventually enlighten the aspired way,
Through evolved chinks in the battered haze, that incessantly blinded it away…
The spirit that vigorously enthused, for discordant ecstasies,
To harmony of twilight’s silence dances, amidst unheard heavenly melodies…
Nonetheless, be undoubted; by this splendour be you not deceived,
Revere, not an enthralling end, for at a funeral you aptly grieve…
This spectacle rings not death knell of old, but the bell of anew,
For the sun that vanishes at dusk, returns afresh at dawn renewed…
The muffled chirping of winged musings, those at evening gather,
Aspire, conceive and perceive, the warble of an unborn feather…
For the soul at dusk that softly sleeps to dream, at dawn wakes up with furore to achieve,
Facing infinite appealing skies, from the threshold of a new beginning…
In midst of ardent shrills, and caress of an innocent fresh breeze,
With scintillating streaks of anew sunrise, to venture into the alluring unseen…
The dawn that placid stillness displays, brews a zealous storm beneath the lull,
Whose raging tides power the verve, steering the pursuit of a higher pedestal…
The tarnished leafs of bygones rinsed, with evolved dewdrops unsullied,
Yet prudence retained from dirt that is alleviated prior to the fresh origin…
With the sunrise of feelings stirred, which sophist logics of gloom did refute,
Unique visions are perceived in old, and rousing facet of life is brought to fore…
Forget but not O’ sun that rises, divine shadow eternally kisses your shimmering light,
Enlivening your morning, covertly inciting you from your behind…
But at noon when your heat is sizzling, and the sparkle dazzling,
The soothing shadow wanes and that touch of divine disdained…
Nevertheless veiled from senses, it subsists beneath your trampling feet,
And leaps out in the evening, and stares probingly at your deeds…
Some for your glimmer flatter, some for warmth delight,
But burn for ones that yearn, only you from their innate inside…
The former crowds you in your brilliance, till their cravings by you suffice,
The selfless latter craves you, as a star blistering or rotting amidst deride…
– Composed sometime between 1998 and 2003
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