Musings under the twilight sky

Pondering over a summer sunset

"Bhuban bole tomaar tore aache baranmala; (the Earth says for you; I have welcome chaplets); Gogan bole tomaar tore lokkho prodip jala (the sky says for you; stars twinkle in a million packets)".

As the words of the above soul-soothing verses, penned down by the great man himself echoes in my ears, I can't but ponder about the beauty of nature.

How such simple phenomena like day and night, the picturesque calmness of a summer evening, as the sun clocks out leaving behind darkness, all but tiny wisps of illumination, the gentle rustling of the leaves, upon which a cuckoo bird swings about, it's hold seemingly light, yet sturdy, the homecoming calls that resonate throughout, a baby kite flapping behind it's soaring parent, the big majestic birds marking their territory, makes one acknowledge it's stark similarity to life in general.

Dark and troubling times seem to appear like the twilight horizon, silently, suddenly and takes us by surprise. But if we do hold on to those few minutes of partial darkness, with a heart full of patience and belief, we witness the miracle of a thousand little twinkles of light, the ever shining celestial body, in one of her many diverse forms, an array of iridescent rays of light, that creep out from below the horizon and the slow, domino-like artificial lights that decorate the landscape.

In a distance, a bunch of small birds flutter away, the big sky- beasts return to their shelters and the lone mighty bat spreads it's wings, soaring high and elegant.

As the cacophony of night sounds envelopes me, I smile .
It seems to me that Nature has a story for everyone,
Like the confidently perched cuckoo bird,

The baby kite who yearns to soar up the skies;

Like the bold flying mammal , that rules the night sky;

The millions of little stars, each of which will be wished upon;

Our simple companion on lonely nights, the moon, who seems to controls both time and tide,

And the ever incessant and chaotic Humankind .

Each a different story,
Each color a different hue,
Each verse a different tune,
Each dark struggle leading to glowing triumph.

But each with a heart full of patience , hope and belief.
Hold on and believe.
Till sunrise we meet.

Author note: 

The first line is in Bengali (voted as the sweetest language in the word) and the great man I am referring to is the Bengali poet Rabindranath Tagore.

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