I once met a broken sunset


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I wish I could dedicate more time writing poetry and prose. I truly love how words can be weaved together to express emotions – deep, insightful, and sometimes wistful. Like always, I wrote them during my hour-long train journeys. Hope you enjoy reading them.

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“A sunset fell from the sky,
into a whirlpool of poetic chaos.
The broken-hearted,
the betrayed,
the lost souls – bared their wounds
in cryptic messages,
tossing and turning between long nights
and brevity of relationships.”

 

“I once met a broken sunset,
ridiculously beautiful and alone,
it sang songs of a dreamless sky
and the promises stranded underneath.”

 

“The dreams I had at night no longer wore a shade of macabre. But were pale, almost lifeless. I hid them behind my eyes, pushing them further into the abyss they came from. But today, as I sat next to silence, I felt a desire for darkness. For the chaos that beckoned me from places they tell you not to venture alone.”

 

“The vines have grown deep in my heart,
residing in the empty spaces between the lungs.
The foliage of dried leaves and gulps of dark coffee.
Long autumn days longing winter’s return.
Was I supposed to wait?
I don’t remember anymore.”

Photographs clicked at various locations in western suburbs of Sydney

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30 thoughts on “I once met a broken sunset

  1. These are all exceptional photos, you have a true gift and eye for color. At first glance I thought the top one was at a drive in movie. There’s so much going on in the last photo that even though no one’s there it feels as if the patio is full of people. I think it’s the overhead view of the tangly tree branch.

  2. The sunset photos are amazingly beautiful. I would like to make my house in those pictures and live there. Of course, but the sunset will soon get over bringing on night and then I will wind up my house and move back 🙂 For the poetry, let me admit I do not have the penchant for it and it is hard for me to get a hang of it. Yet, I got the second one about stranded promises.

  3. Such stunning skies and such soulful poetry, Rajlakshmi. I’m visiting your blog after a long time and I’m thoroughly loving the gently flowing words and the thoughts that seems to complement the pictures so well. Thank you so much for linking with us this week, Raj. See you in the coming weeks too.

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