Twilight Lane Poem by Pinaki Dewan

Twilight lane, come to my feet,
I wish to walk forever.
(There was a story that I wish
was uttered.)
And nothing to grieve, nothing to retrieve,
I shall stand upon my shadowy self,
shall not look upon me again.

And night after night, I see your stars,
all running away from you,
some falling, some extinguishing,
and you: all feeble and morose.
(Wasn't there a story to be told?)

And the trees shuddered in disbelief,
the land shook in shame;
I wanted to be among the clouds,
but the morning lane was in my way.
(Twilight lane, come to me.
I wish to walk forever.)

You spoke to me on rooftops
in voices grave and feeling,
and I was unaware of all the variables
to make a wise greeting,
I spoke from my eye, you heard with your ears,
there was never a true communication.
(Twilight lane?)

It was noon when I finally made it out
of your jumbled truths;
stumbled and stumbled,
my laces were tied.
And I was still waiting
for twilight.

It was then that I heard my song
playing beneath my feet.
All this time, was I wrong?
Should I accept defeat?

But the twilight lane was gone,
gone with the last shred of disbelief;
I picked up the shards of dusk
and went home alone:
my story, waiting for me,
my story, waiting for me.