Stilled Bliss from Unfettered Time

Dusk silently settling all around, moving surreptitiously

Without breaking man’s reverie... in such effortless pace

Waltzing between diaphanous lights and thickening shades

Till now and then, are tightly twined into a nocturnal embrace.

The inevitability of letting go of how was and how is

In passing moments, like sands sifting through clasped hands,

Providentially unbridled in their undulating dance,

While smithereens of life, strewing all over with each prance.

Then with nary a sign, the music would come to a halt

Often not with dissipating faintness or even a hallow thud

But through an intrusive new tune that would tear and rob

Of a dreamer of his hope or a lover of his love.

If only man be excused from such foreordained lot,

Never to be unwittingly caught in a state of regret or distraught

Over chances missed in words unuttered and feelings unexpressed

But forever, to live in the moment when he is most blessed.

Alas! Reality would always remind, this cannot and will not be so

For even a thousand dawns would not make for a day

Since the radiance of morn through the velvety shadows, relayed,

Like an instance of courage is birthed from its progenitor’s dismay

Still, there is solace in this seemingly inescapable plight

Because such frivolous pursuit is only half the slight

If in each bliss, man would live and give, as if it is his last

Then such moment is his, eternally to bask.