in my love and his light

in my love and his light

i was sitting in my balcony
as the evening sun sang his last song
to the sky and the hills, to himself and to me
in tunes of steel, mauve, crimson and gold.
even the wind seemed to quieten in reverence.
as i kept gazing, his song became mine too.
and so we sang.
with our silent and saying eyes.

then the stars came, one by one
gently reminding us of the dwindling dusk.
it was time for the sun to leave
and the evening to end.
but our gaze deepened
turning our tune to charcoal and longing.
with each note, we willed, and became the night.
unseen and inseparable.

. . .

tuesday evening
the twenty fifth
āśvina