Reflections In The Dusk

By Skandashree B S

I stared at the skies ,lost ,watching it glow golden in the setting dusk.Dusk marked an end of another day ,but how did it matter to see it and feel it? when monotony was the meaning of life?and to be in the presence of the dusk and to feel it, a muse to inner reflections.The gleaming yet fading sunset, stimulating a sense of quest on the meaning of life.Is life being led or just driven ?Is the life lived ,a choice of the heart or a mere confrontation of reality?.The heart felt the dusk,communicating in silences?moments of serenity questioning the harmony within.Day in and out ,i ran in directions but where was i being directed to??the ordinary seeming indifferent.While the familiarities in the ordinary brought solace,there were riddles larger than the dusk waiting to be solved.As the setting sun mellowed to disappear into nothingness, I am reminded that destinations are reached on a journey.

By Skandashree B S