Surreal Moments

The time during the day when we eagerly look forward to a place called home : The day merges into the golden gloom of the evening lights: the stillness of the skies holding the heavy burden of the uneven clouds complaining about the sun that just does not want to stay any longer....its time for his siesta and even the noisy chirping homeward birds cannot awaken him from his stupor. The silhouettes start forming and you can slowly see the shadows creeping round the corners and trying to settle themselves.......The ocean and the setting sun share the last poignant moments together that makes it even more beautiful and surreal. This melodramatic mood in the evening - I find it strangely unsettling. It is this brief moment between day and night – the twilight zone that holds the memories of a day gone by with its joys and sorrows and holds the promise of yet another unknown one. I never thought if one could actually write about it except maybe the thousand sunsets but i always knew that if there is any time of the day that i would not want to write about it is this time...its the only time of abandoning your soul to search the harmony of the universe and no words can aptly describe the feelings of a human heart ever

Much as people love to crowd around and enjoy such moments my ideal moment of self indulgence would be -
a cup of my black coffee and peaceful serenity around me to gaze into the horizon over the brimming seas .........