Twilight Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Dusk was descending
The heat of the day
was being gobbled by
the sedate chill of twilight

Meeting of day and night
At a crossroads of sorts
Unburdening the irritants
of the prolonged day.

It is a time to relish
Being at the confluence
of light and darkness
fading light's like
a feather touch.

When souls meet in
a twilight there's
a harmony which
defy words, and
souls know no language.

In fading light and
amidst the contradiction
of hustle and bustle
outside and an
inner tranquillity inside,
souls meet and sign off.

Not for once and all
But cogitating about
the unsaid words
and thoughts that
were left unexchanged.

Twilight gave way to night
and the day seemed a
distant dream but the spirit
of the meeting elevated
the souls from the plains.

From the plains of transience
to the heights of
non turbulent togetherness.
The meeting place remains
there for million more
meetings that won't be.


Because souls needn't meet
Off and on, day in and out
they carry forward memories
and wait for another twilight
which may or may not
be lying hidden
in some distant future.