Poem: IN THE ARC OF TWILIGHT

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IN THE ARC OF TWILIGHT

In the arc of twilight,

When the day recedes,

Night retrieves,

Is when the daylight dims,

And darkness begins.

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That makes me wonder,

Is it time to surrender?

Where the end looks closer,

And time every minute a bulldozer.

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It appears as if,

There isn’t much left to render,

For the thread of life,

Now looks slender.

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So the time looks ripe,

In the realm of life,

To forthwith—account for,

What you missed in life,

And gathered in the strife.

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But before destiny strikes,

 And takes you by its might,

Into the wide blue yonder,

That is full of thunder,

Only to surrender,

It gives you a flash to remember.

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So before the untoward arrives,

Scan your blessed life,

To slate it out for your own sight,

What you attained,

And what remained in vain.

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Yet rejoice,

At the opportunity of life,

That the rare attain,

Wrapped in cloak of humanity,

And under the aegis of Almighty.

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And reflect honestly,

The count of your vivacity,

To feed your own vanity,

And ask yourself.

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Did you see what you wanted to see?

Did you do what you wanted to do?

Did you say what you wanted to say?

Did you love, whom you wanted to love?

And care, whom you wanted to care for?

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For the rhythm of life,

Is only as wide,

As the breath of life,

And only the lucky go past,

The fill of life.

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So before the destiny,

 In plentiful,

Be kind,

Be sublime,

For that is prime,

In God’s mind.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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POEM: I'M 60

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

I’m 60

When I turned 60,

Mind said, it’s now going to be risky,

But heart interjected—no way, it’ll only be frisky,

Where midway said—one way or the other,

Life is going to be slippery.

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For career was over,

Cul-de-sac was closer,

Growth engines had succumbed,

Moolah was at its end.

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Though posts and positions were over,

Fascinations, were still tall and not at all over,

From countless no ends,

I was heading towards a dead end.

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I never thought of sixty,

Nor did I think of fifty,

Thirty is what I always thought of,

Till I was told I’ve turned sixty,

And for me,

It was tricky and as if bereft of whisky.

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But age had nothing to do with my being thrifty,

As I always felt blessed,

And de-stressed,

Till someone announced I’ve clocked sixty.

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Soon I realized,

Things were not the same,

For I was no more in fame,

But was it any shame?

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Is, when my heart argued my mind,

And in the intertwine,

Heart convinced the mind,

All is not lost,

And at 60, life begins with a new chime.

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For sixty is only a perception,

So a big deception,

Let some doors close,

For some to open.

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But it’ll only open,

If you dare to do so,

Else you would only drift,

To the hell of oblivion.

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I woke up inspired,

I woke up rejuvenated,

For years don’t matter,

In this bubbling atmosphere,

And all that matters

Is your emboldened gear.

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So get up to do something worthwhile,

For you still can do it,

Even if the era has changed,

There is still so much to change,

From humanity to disdain.

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And there is enough left,

Even for the seventy and eighty,

What to talk of sixty,

To grandly maintain.

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I have memories galore

Some pleasant

Some unpleasant

But all to the core.

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Having crossed several milestones,

I don’t look for stones,

For the page has turned,

More towards the urn.

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So keep the lilt of life alive,

By discounting all your frights,

By upholding all the rights,

And by being upright.

This poem is for all those who have turned 60. It is essentially important not to stop doing things under the excuse of being old. There is so much to do and so much to improve in this planet. So don’t just pull the curtain on yourself. Rather, rise up to start your second innings. Good day.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

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