The sun is on its way home.

Leaves the sky,
to meet the loam.
Look as it travels,
On its way home.

Still reaching out, its light,
Though shrunk to the size of a gnome.
A journey to follow till the last,
The sun is on its way home.

The birds too, travelling back,
So many places did they together roam.
Together to wake us up next morning,
Wings seek the nest, the sun’s coming home.

The baton’s passed onto the moon,
With the stars, it shall decorate the dome.
Another journey, Another great day that was,
The sun is back home.

All dreams shall come true. Moon doesn’t satisfy. I shall reach the sun.


As the suns slowly comes closer to the lap of the earth.


Keep living until you die out.

About Chetan

A twenty year old infant who fears if crows may shit on him or if Bengali aunties' umbrellas may prick him in the eye. He is currently waiting for Mamata Banerjee to leave Kolkata.

Posted on June 17, 2012, in February Compositions., Photographic. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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