to make a home out of every sunset.

vii.

to make a home out of every sunset
—for me.

the grand sky is a canvas,
painted with colours my eyes love most;
a mesmerizing amalgamation of hues and
shades in all their breathtaking glory,
topped off with soft cotton clouds.
oh what a sight to behold !
my eyes drink up the ethereal vista
gifted by the heavens, and every ounce
of my soul absorbs my surroundings—
the slowing down of time, serenity falling
over the vicinity and homes lighting up,
twinkling and twinkling.

my eyes dance across the vast sky and
land on the sun as it gloriously dives its
way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the
bewitching moon.
a smile comes to life on my lips and
my heart silently cries in deep gratitude
to the heavens for this gift.
gone is the sun, but the warm glow
of lovely colours it casted in its wake
is enough to plant seeds of smiles
and water the blooming hearts of
each and every onlooker.

the most divine reward that a soul can ever be
bestowed upon for having survived
yet another long day and not succumbing
to the sugary temptations and
cruel hurdles hurled at it.
this is an ode to these sunsets,
these enchanting sunsets that bring you home.

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a poem pieced together from bits and pieces of the other poems; i'm sending you all my love through this piece x