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Thursday, May 21, 2015

Into the horizon

It is not just the sunrise that is glorious,
In its wake,
In all its beauty,
If someone asked me,
I would choose you any day.

Why are you associated with the end,
When in fact,
you are the reason for the birth of this poetry.

I look at you,
I feel absolutely elated at the sight of you,
I want to memorize you.

I might have just seen you yesterday,
But I have to see you today as well,
As though if I don't, you might just go away.

There is this ephemeral feeling about you,
You descend ever so slowly,
That slight melancholy in the background
I don't really want you to go,
But it hardly ever feels and you've disappeared.

But I can survive it,
While the skies turn pink and orange in your glory,
You're the very precursor to so much more beauty,
The crescent moon and the beautiful stars.

I look into the horizon,
With a mind that knows no more happiness,
I know you will be back tomorrow,
When I will not be able to resist looking at you.

I shall wait for you, my dear sunset,
For as long as you promise to turn up right there for me.


( I don't know if it is the Hyderabad winter sunsets or that I can look into the horizon here with no buildings blocking me or that I began to leave office when there is actually a semblance of sunlight, but somehow I got obsessed with the sky when the sun sets. I went to Udaipur and again, the beautiful sunset came following me. I never really take photographs. But sunsets; you'll find dozens of those on my phone. Leaving you with what I believe to be one of the best sunset pictures I have)

2 comments:

Varshini said...

This was so pretty! I'm pleasantly surprised by the fact that I expected this to be about a person at the start, but then it turned out not to be.

or was that your plan all along?

Preeti Ramaraj said...

It wasn't my plan because I actually modified it for consistency. But I love that you thought that, adds another dimension to my poem :D