The Eloquent Dusk

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

Reposing on a stone bench,
Ruminating, 
Engrossed in your thoughts,
I discern the fervent darkness rise,
As if guarding the fading daylight;

 I feel like a charmer,
A conjurer,
That awaits her sibyl,
A clairvoyant who shall surmise,
And join back the pieces, 
Of my diffused stars;

 But look at the destiny's fortuitous spin,
A flame, alive with magic, held my soul,
And my soul felt the smile of win;

 The elan vital, 
It's powers are beyond any imaginations,
Above all creations,
It is sibylline in itself,
For it is our souls, the truly ours,
Which traversed across the material world,
Like a bee finding its way, 
through the nectar's sweet fragrance,
Your soul sought mine, and mine, yours;

 Had my soul not found yours,
Love would've been for me,
Just a bygone word;

 Do I say 'Thank You',
Or should it be 'I Love You',
All I say, seems so less;

 But the only truth I know,
Is that My being,
Is incomplete without you,
My soul flutters in pain,
Without yours,
I care not about the material world,
For the only world I know of,
Is You........

 And so my day's colloquy with the dusk,
Comes to an end,
As I look forward,
To tomorrow's eloquent dusk....

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