356 days a sunset. 

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What would you do,

on an evening,

when a dreary thought crosses your mind?

You see,

the homeward bound flocks

against the golden rust turning blue,

You feel,

everyone is in motion, but you.

There is a moment of plain stillness,

when the heavy air engulfs you whole,

and all you hear is white noise.

Would you,

breakaway and run, out in the world,

or hide, in the silhouettes of the twilight?

356 days a sunset, and again. 

When you start to,

question the very necessity of your existence,

gather meanings, from every action.

When you

think of your own failures,

and wonder, how the day has passed by,

without a single win.

Would you

put all your energy, in desperation,

to the last few hours of the day?

Or

would you,

think of a fresh start,

with the warm rising sun?

How would you,

convince yourself?

when you are not convinced.

What would you do,

on an evening,

when the sun is down

and not a single star in sight.

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The Tale of a Song

A beautiful little red bird,

Perched at the knot of the Willow

A tale, many spells ago.

 

Green meadows, waters ran cerulean

Her plumage, gloriously shone scarlet and rust,

pride of the vast Willow.

 

When came clouds with thunder,

She feasted on the sweet morning’s dew.

Nighttime, the Willow, her haven.

 

She fared faraway lands too.

On return she; the Willow stood leafless,

searched the tree for warmth.

 

Gingerly, she touched down upon,

the frozen branch, of her faithful guardian.

Kindled with her heart’s flames.

 

She broke into a cry,

The song of her ancestors, and her’s,

from another time, another place.

 

Pristine snow around the tree,

bore ashes, red and rust turned grey.

Night heard Willow’s silent cry.

 

Come day, the frost melted.

The willow donned an armour of green.

Scarlet wings rose from grey.

To the humans of WordPress..

Thank you all. You have been too kind. 

I have been away from my blog, from WordPress for over a year now. Writer’s block, (if at all I qualify as one) or a creative dead end, whatever it was, it kept me away from here. I used to get random notifications, out of nowhere, of people liking my old posts, following my blog. That is really what has prevented me from deleting this blog. I am not saying that now I am experiencing a bout of creative ideas right now, but one can always hope. 

I am glad that people have been liking my posts, commenting and following me. That has been the sole activity on my blog for the past year.  Thank you humans of WordPress for keeping my blog alive!