The Kingdom of Twilight
- Shashank Kumar
Twilight brings the sorrow
When man is set alight
Thoughts he does borrow
Full of his fears and fright
Of agony and anticipation
In the race called his life
Hopelessly lacking action
All but a hackneyed strife:
A conflict what to do and not
A compromise always to reach
Freedom as a child he sought
But life’s there with a breach:
A demise of all his dreams
A collapse of his owned desires
Morbidity shadows and seems
In those soft emotional pyres
Nothing, nothing but material
A world of stranded hollowness
Nothing, nothing heavenly real
In this dystopian heaviness
What’s existence in a coma?
What’s struggle on a deathbed?
What’s imaginative in a trauma?
What’s exaggerative in what’s said?
Smile, laugh, frolic in sarcasm
Scornful are the best of times
There’s no harmony or any charm
Nothing with which life so rhymes
And you’d go not thinking about
This is truth as night turns dark
Twilight will come again and sprout
Such questions you’ll hauntingly hark
And as if with spark, they’ll all fade
Like your emotions or things equally raw
You’d move on in a harrowing shade
Ignoring what you just heard and saw
And this way you’d just end one day
In a silent collapse of everything
My poem ain’t lovely or needs a say
But in your last breath, this song you’ll sing:
That twilight had brought the sorrow
When you, the man, was set alight
Thoughts you, the man, had then borrowed
Full of your manly fears and fright.
