Dawn And Dusk

By A. Tarun Sundhar

Twain branches bifurcate upfront

Like lucid shimmers through a dispersing sieve

The hues of color

The trails and the lanes

Of

Hunger and hardships

And

Bliss and blithe

One where dawn had broke

The amber amidst the welkin veils

Enshrouding all in tendrils of ray and radiance

With buzz and fizz

Jostling and jamming

As though a testimony of

The desire of dawn

Against the angst of the dusk

All euphoric of being uphill

Abode the zenith of the hill of ephemeralness

A paradise to say

But heedless to the slope ahead

Looking down upon those in the dusk

As though some mere vagabond

Pitiful and hopeless

But little did they know the sun also sets

And the other where dusk had buried the sky

The night sun lay proliferating the saturnine shadows

In such times of tribulations

With none except the cawing crows

And the symphony of lamentation

The chimes, the clang, the cackle

The cries of despair

The pleas of help

The envy over the light

The fear over the dark

But little did they know the sun also rises

Acceptance of the arcane truth

By the seeker of the ramparts

Transcending and decimating

The palisades of the esse; the esse of life

The man, the embracer

Life ensuing in bliss

Tangible and perennial

As both the dawn and dusk

Embraced in euphoria

Nay the avarice, nay the envy, nay the fear, nay the anxiety

Just approval and certitude

As he now knows

Life comes as it comes

Gives what it gives

Takes what it takes

The dichotomy of

The buckets of hurdles

And

The ounces of joy

In a perpetual loop

Endless and endless and endless

But the blinded shall nevertheless know the inevitable

Either road he takes lay upon him both dawn and dusk

And there is nowhere to hide from the ways of life.

By A. Tarun Sundhar