My Sunset

Here it comes

the lonely dusk of

one like the other days.

far and far

there stretched are

silences' sways..

dust swings its calmly gown

as it smiles down the earth

warm air swirls and roasts my dry heart

in its invisible hearth

paints my self ,brown.

and makes myself still more lonely

towards the night so lovely

to all hail & hearty

sorrow on my part.

As I watch the setting sun

poets admire

the red ball of fire

drippling down the rippling waters of Ganga

I see the same reflected inside self

huge ball of ire

slipping down the throat of my Shelf.

I get up on the sands

ready to go back

I feel the last shines

of the Gobblet

setting behind the pines.

My footsteps dim

& the horizon darkens

muting all the rhymes.

-Himadri