man stands still—bereft of himself
as Nature swirls through a brilliant red
churns from blue to black; rays of the future sun
clear even in the darkness of the night,
a promise of rebirth or salvation perhaps.
I used to stay at Tanur, a fishing village in India, where there was a beachhead that saw many fishing boats. A couple of kilometres away, there was a vast stretch of beach where no human soul stood. I used to spend hours there—watching sunsets—holding a book I could never read. The sunset is the end of a day and the beginning of another, and Nature celebrates each day with a different masterpiece, never to be repeated again!
Photo: Balu Menon