Every dawn is pregnant with aspirations and anticipation
It’s only at dusk that we are in limbo,
Fraught with a polarity of purpose and possibility;
and a duality to self and the soul.
Every dusk comes with its share of positivity blended with negativity,
Practicality speckled with spirituality,
Optimism dusted with cynicism;
Possibilities punctuated with improbabilities;
And a reality rendered palatable through rose tinted fantasy.
Every dusk is witness to a purging of the unwanted and unnecessary;
And plays host to a catharsis that cleanses and calms the soul.
A bittersweet end to what could have been, would have been, should have been.
Every dusk is a pregnant pause of what can be and what will be.
*Inspired by a series of images captured at dusk through my lens, in different parts of the world.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
Every dawn is pregnant with aspirations and anticipation
It’s only at dusk that we are in limbo,
Fraught with a polarity of purpose and possibility;
and a duality to self and the soul.
Every dusk comes with its share of positivity blended with negativity,
Practicality speckled with spirituality,
Optimism dusted with cynicism;
Possibilities punctuated with improbabilities;
And a reality rendered palatable through rose tinted fantasy.
Every dusk is witness to a purging of the unwanted and unnecessary;
And plays host to a catharsis that cleanses and calms the soul.
A bittersweet end to what could have been, would have been, should have been.
Every dusk is a pregnant pause of what can be and what will be.
*Inspired by a series of images captured at dusk through my lens, in different parts of the world.
