An Epitaph

The beginning of an end
The sojourn ceases
The journey stops
The day dying

Amidst the twilight of dusk
I search for yet another sunrise
With the hope to see the horizon
The mystical line of rendezvous

Am I hallucinating?
Is it a game that hope plays on a feral mind?
No answers
None awaited, rhetorical

I watch the sun dip its last corona in the watersI watch the day ending
I am amused by the cycle
The cycle in a microcosm

Is it an illusion?
Nightfalls, day breaks
A mere play of words?
Or a theater of emotions

I am audience to the chirps
Of resting tired plumed
A time when my flesh is weak
A time when my spirit vanishes

I feel the zephyr
Scented marigolds
Dying tonight
Awaiting rebirth

The smell the feel the sight
A plethora of emotions
An end to all beginnings
A beginning to all ends

Venturing into my thoughts
I search for a twilight in me
The dusk of life
The dawn of death


I find no dawn
I find no dusk
I find the engulfing void
Of loneliness in life

Where the birds don’t chirp
Where the zephyr is still
Where the sun never rises
Where the dusk never breaks

A twilight of suspended animation
A dusk eternal
When each pore of my body waits
For an end that is allusive

Oruganty