Jolted By Twilight

The zephyr in dainty dusk ruffles sunk sun’s sequins, ripples the radiant facade of the placid pond, where on the lilting lap of a silken lotus leaf, floats forlorn, rolls restless, a rain drop, a resplendent opalescent pearl. Lest it gets shoved away, the leaf entwines its transient trance with the satin threads of love, unattached to the ephemeral possession. At the end of twilight time the fluid gem dries up, disappears in obscure triviality of transient entity. Swathed by the sparkle of the winter twilight, frozen at the end of the last mile, like the wilted leaf of a defoliated tree my languid life floats on the ebbing tide of the consumed time, receding fast into oblivion, where my essence spurts the fountain of elixir. With the surge of the tsunami of bliss, under the aura of luminous divinity, I get jolted by the enlightenment twilight, imbibe sublime serenity of detachment derivative.