Sunsets

 Sunsets bring the universe closer to us, 

Removing the blue illusion of the day. 

Sunsets give the moon some spotlight, 

With a million stars twinkling away.

Darkness descending after light, 

Just like evil balances the good, 

The rule of the Universe is upheld.

I have a thing for sunsets, you know?

When the red hue reflects upon the sky, 

Like a canvas carelessly caressed with a brush, 

It scatters in all directions like red watercolour, 

Accidentally spilt on nature's picture, 

On the water and the mountain peaks.

I sat through many of them. 

Alone, in a crowd, silent and in conversation.

On the ruins of a fort, atop a mountain road,

On a boat afloat a lake, and the river sides.

Each time, each sunset, gives me stories, 

Of embracing new beginnings or 

Of everything coming to an end someday, 

An apocalypse called Life.

© Suranya