Twilight Hour Poem by Shyam Chakraborty

Time passes in desolate twilit
Evening endures the aphotic crave
The dusk may reign for hour or two…
The darker stage of twilight may fade
The lunar countenance lost in monsoon clouds,
Oh! The unacquainted streets of Thippasandra
Finally moans….
But there my words awakened
The wailing lines from draggled nib of lot,
Now this hour surely to sprout…
With eyes unblinked, keensighted to see clouds
Subside eagerly, like every human
In quest of peace.
Those bare dreams in void hour,
Where dusky tear shades the mirth
May count the long absence and
Pathetic hopelessness stirs with unaccomplished
Life, in pondering hour…that strikes
Of claustrophobic entity.
There always a first time to pamper the tongue,
Though in long chase the taste fades
The lusts those bricked in void chamber
Hollowed in coarse whirl, emptied
The ephemeral fervour…
Alike rose petals those disperse,
Supposed to entwine two soulful lovers,
Terminated in carnal spark.
And it is darkness reminding of oozing odds,
The lusts may mount like deceptive frauds
The tears may linger in hapless embrace
Still clouds subsiding may reveal utmost grace.