What is so nice about the dusk?
Am I happy for end of the day,
Or for darkness to come?
I don't know,
What am i moving towards,
And what am i running from?

This light in between the sun and the stars,
With no brightness,
In the blurred view of it
I can see all the mess.
Then, What is beautiful about the dusk?

I don't feel as cold in the morning,
Nor do i have warmth of the night.
I keep looking at the lane,But everything is out of my sight.
My heart is empty,with my feelings on ground.
Am i searching for something,that shall never be found?
So, what is okay about this dusk?

It reminds me of something,
I don't know if its your arms around or,
your words against me.
It reminds me of everything.
Everything terrible.everything lovely.
And it leaves me so lonely,
I feel abandoned by the you and by the me.
So, what is so beautiful about this dusk?

My heart floods with blames,hatred love and pain
But my eyes don't shed a tear.
This dusk is hollow
and emptiness is the cure,
It confuses
,hurts,
reminds
and leaves.
So tell me, what is yet so beautiful about the dusk?