into her phenakistoscope

• k a t a w a r e - d o k i •

{ half light }

a brief history of the sky & the humans

as our earth’s star leaves in solitude
whispering a voluminous goodbye,
the infinite roof that shelters
our long built domicile
stares down
looking all gloom
at the city
whose lights burn too bright to blind
the flickering little twinkles
in the midnight blue
of the night sky,

the festival of fortification
to guard the demons inside
is watched over
by the ever encompassing vault
of the heavens created up high;

then there’s the time
when our sky wears a bright cyan
and sometimes
it is drained of all colours
after showering-
droplets of scent
to just let a
bow of seven hues
smile back
at the lost souls
wandering hazily
in hallowed steps

but it is the time
after the daylight
and the moment
before the sundown
when our entities
in the multiverse
seem to falter
and feel to be
allied together
just for a
fleeting second
tied down in a
bond unknown
knitted together
thread by thread
strengthening-
the string of life
the flow of time,
pronouncing-
fading words of prayers
whispering-
poetry of hidden stories
stating dreams that
they want to make happen
emotions and thoughts
of millions of souls,
singing the hymn of heart-

the buried guilt
the uncommitted sin
the untold love
the unuttered promises
the unshaken failure
the shame of not being enough
the fear of losing
the apologies that remained unsaid
because of self shame
the agony of messing up
time and again...

oh dear humans,
in the twilight when you all stand
and let out that weary sigh
look up to that sky
that reflects your universe inside;

it’s like our roof is made of fragile glass
but that holds supreme clarity-
your hopes
your dreams
your love
your ache
your failure
your guilt
your sins
your sacrifice
your desires
your aspirations
your blames
your demons
your labels
your lies
your truth
your fortitude
your fear
your agony
your faith
your beliefs
your questions
it all is reflected in the mirror above;

because...
in the half-light...
in the twilight...
it’s like a palette of
carnation tinted wishes
of canary yellow tinged hopes
of mauve lavender shaded passion
of forget me nots’
sapphire hued melancholia-
all resting in the field of sky
as if carnation,
lavender,
and forget me nots
just bloomed in the garden sky
and songbird canaries spreading wings
to keep flying so that
they find their homes
one day;

isn’t twilight
like a celebration of
the hallelujahs
we have been humming since
we started to live life?

an obsolete obscure flicker
an instant
mere fragments of a moment
the time when neither
it's day
nor it’s night
but is grey
with the flooding colours
of human emotions, 
just like the journey
in between the beginning and the ending
of our favourite novel,
the one part of the tale to not be told
but felt,
the moment of clarity
in an obscured way;

it’s not how you began
it’s not how you will cease
it is how you continued
in the moment of twilight
in the loud silence of obscure clarity.

♠Author's note : I always wanted to write about the sky. The sky always thrilled me, made me curious, and triggered my sleeping thoughts to wake.