Tag Archives: Sun

Dusk

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A beautiful day drawing to a languid evening. The Sun retiring behind a hill. Preparing itself to rise and illuminate some other part of the world.

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The Seascape

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Cool clouds embrace the warmth of the  setting Sun golden, turning the ocean to liquid molten.

White froth of the waves, slither on the golden sand, quenching its thirst again and again.

Coyly hiding within the descending dusk,  ever evasive horizon waits for the sky to rush.

To hold on to it one last time before they merge, for a while, only to re-emerge.

Last impression of the Sun floats on the ocean like gold, time slips away quietly, difficult to hold.

Sunshine withers away slowly, fading the sight,  can hardly fathom the beholder’s  immense delight.

Dusk finally descends, engulfing sky and horizon as one. When one cannot be made out from another.

Only Dawn has the magical key to separate them again. When the Sunlight ignites the sky and ocean, and boundaries remain…till dusk again.

                                      Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal

Morning Stroll 3

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The sky burst open like a volcano, spewing  lava in all directions, spreading, flowing like river of death. Consuming everything in its wake and its path.

It burst open like a heart, broken  into a million pieces, bleeding pain. Consuming the one whose was broken.

It’s just a way of looking at things,

for the sky exploded with warm gentle sunlight, spreading, flowing like river of life. Reviving everything in its wake and its path.

It exploded like a heart, into a million pieces, with joy that could’nt be contained inside anymore. Revitalizing, disburdning, whose burst.

It’s just a way of looking at things,

For even if it were lava, time turns the fields of destruction into most fertile lands.

For even if the heart were broken, time gives ample opportunities to heal and repair, turning it into flourishing abode.

It’s just a way of looking at things.

The morning stroll

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           Photo Credits Go To Zubin Oommen Ittyerah

  Walking hand in hand towards rising hope, welcoming a new day.

   On a road uncluttered and clear made of faith.

   Cool, calm breeze ruffling the hair, could turn into a storm.

   Reminding, urging to be one another’s  pillar of strength.

   Flowers of prosperity blooming, filling the heart with contentment.

   Finding joy in each other’s company, feeling safe.

   Street lights , the guiding lights, like the trust within.

   For life will happen everyday if we have each other.