Chiaroscuro of twilight ends
As night embraces the day
Bleak- everything seems to be
Not just the night but feelings too.
My nonchalant gaze i throw out of the window
Penetrating the bosom of the creation,
The marvel that has given insightful fountains
Inspiring poets and artists, deadens within me.
Tears wells up unknowingly
Until the first drop touches my hand,
I recalled the last teardrop a day before
That fell on almost the same spot.
Tearing asunder the emotion that agitates
I tried with all my might at greatest height,
But, in abstract intangibility emotion evaporates
I am forlorn gasping for a release,
For another day.
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