Untitled-4

Setting sun leaves
lasts of its angers
on winter trees
bonfire bodges from
branch to branch,slowly
like a truth unveiling
If looking inside
is awakening and
outside, dreaming,
in me a dream awakens every time
only to fall in to a deeper dream;
contrary winds-the only constant thing
The setting sun inside
is you abandoning a world
we once built for ourselves
and the winter trees that
undo all learning is
the 'ús- part' in me
That the night
resets everything
@punyaslok,2016