With the dusking
the vast sky was blue,
bright, warm and lovely....


But as time ticked
it turned yellow-
dark, cold.
It woke the poet in me,
it got me untangled
from my daily sorrows
into an emotional mess
of never ending questions
and contemplations.


And then it turns orange,
like the amber,
there is passion,
there is rage,
and there is love-
it's strong...


but it gets darker,
colder.
And then turns red,
it turns evil,
full of vengeance in its heart,
it motivates me,
it makes me sick,
tired,
but still inspires to
keep pushing myself....


Now it's purple,
mysterious,
curious
and cold.


is this how life is?


I don’t know.


But then it's all black.

It's the same soul,
only it's physical embodiments
differ with time.


All those emotions lie with in you.
You are your
source of
joy,
sorrow,
anger,
vengeance,
despise,
love,
peace.


close your eyes.


ssh...
feel the silence
feel the coldness
feel the darkness
and open them,
it's bright blue again!!

That's how life is.
It's dusked.