Twilight

 

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Every twilight, 
when, one by one, 
leaves fall off the branch of my life 
and pile on the musty ground, 
I find myself staring at
the snaking dusty trail
that leads from nowhere to nowhere.

The fallen leaves stare back,
rather derisively.
I am null and void;
I am a tuning fork of silence and screams;
I am a mirage of my dead dreams.

Every twilight,
I ask:
Is life an endless fall
into absolute nothingness?

bibek.sanchar@gmail.com

 

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