The Setting Sun

The setting sun,
The scattered shades of orange and red,
oh so dreamy and perfect it looks,
as if a glimpse of heaven it just made.
Thousand stares,
thousands of perceptions,
more are the emotions created and shed.

Out of many and none
I am the one still amazed by the thought,
thought that struck my mind years ago,
thought that keeps me awake
even when the senses are gone.

Do you see what I see?
A lady,
just as mere as me and you are,
just like the setting sun that comes everyday
and even for a fraction of time
sets you from your miseries so far.

Laded with a single mind and soul
linked with numerous lives.
In a seamless yet astounding way,
juggling the stages of life.

I guess they are an exception
to the stages of life,
As I see the same stature
the same setting sun within her
since I have opened my eyes.

I guess they are on a job that lasts life long,
with no holidays and excuses,
with no increments or gifts or red roses.

You know I hate her too
as there is fakenes in her smile.
So loud is her happiness,
as if bagged something priceless,
when she captures her "persons for life"
with a lively face.

This happiness remains intact
even if her life is a mess,
to her own soul she keeps lying,
denying her own freedom,
like a wounded bird she keeps flying.

Ever heard the setting sun making complaints?
Asking for more and more praises,
craving for your attention,
and upgrading her beauty
with more and more badges.

Stand for a while
Stare at the sunset with me
Carrying a heart that is selfless
and eyes that caress,
and even if for a moment,
level up your heart over your head.
May be then you find my perception,
of the lady I clearly see,
and then thank the almighty,
for a glimpse of heaven it has made.