Dear Sunset

I know they call you the end of a day, the beginning
of a dark night. But everything seems unnatural
except the fact that, you are beautiful.
And there’s nothing like a sky full of clouds,
with the sun peeping beneath silhouettes,
wanting to either escape from your capture
or lose itself another time happily to your warm
hug.

Since childhood, I used to look at you and get
confused , often dusk and dawn seemed the same
to me. It would be hard for me even today to
distinguish between you two if given only the
pictures . And that kept saying, how similar it is,
about love and hate. You keep caring for someone,
give them your everything and call it love. While,
you pretend that you don’t care anymore, give up
everything to see them hurt, and call it hate. There
is a very fine line that marks the difference of both
of you – The Dawn and Dusk. And that’s nothing but
“Time.”

As we see, time is what makes love and hate . You
hate someone doesn’t mean you don’t care about
them again. Its just a matter of time, that you stop
feeling anything. Like the clouds shutting the bright
sun slowly. But next morning, they reach back to
the land, the sun rays. And so shall our feelings.
They too will find a place, some other day.

Yours,

A true admirer