Saturday, April 06, 2019

Twilight Zone

The sun haven’t raised, yet
the life started to act
at the state of twilight,
the purified air of night
and the tranquilized dust
is back to surface
as life restarts, to survive.

The honk of vehicles, bang
as other noises unbroken, yet
the natural chirp of birds
and crisp in air, sways
as slowly sky consume light
things went for better views
as sun warm-up to glow.  

Like things have two sides
the light has its part of shadow
or silhouettes against its glow,
the twilight zone is bliss
as things take minimal effect
to retreat or restore the activity
from the day or night sleep.

Linking this post with SATURDAY CRITTERS


L. D. said...

Great reading. The bird on the branch makes a marvelous photo.

eileeninmd said...

Hello, pretty silhouette photo. Love the poem too! Thank you for linking up and sharing your post. Happy Saturday, enjoy your weekend.

Betty Crow said...

Nice poem and love the silhouette shot!

Adam Jones said...

Cool shot.

carol l mckenna said...

Lovely poetry and awesome photo of our 'feathered friend' ~ ^_^

Happy Days to you,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)

bill burke said...

What a spectacular photo and a lovely poem. Nice, Jeevan!

Karen Lakis said...

The bird and leaves of the trees make a beautiful silhouette against the evening sky!

Twilight Man said...

You are calling me!

I love this poem that depicts the life we walk.

Lady Fi said...

Fabulous shot and words!

Uppal said...

Love the bird and wordy images to describe the twilight scene!

Hunky Dory said...

Lovely pic and lovely poem!