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)