Phases

They say the moon has its phases, every 30 days to be precise. But how many of us have noticed the phases of the Sun, everyday?

The lovely golden sun, rising in the morning, spreading its warm, joyous glow. Bringing life to nature, awaking every plant and seed, bird and being.

The ravenous, scorching hot sun in the afternoon. The one we look at with squinted eyes and a twitching face. The one whose burning heat we want to evade.

The pinkish orange evening sun. The one leaving cool in its wake. The one we romanticise. The one we want to picture. The sunsets we glorify and don’t want to miss. The one we write Poetry about.

And lest we talk about the night sky, the day wouldn’t end, right?? The sun sets so the day could meet the night. The ever-romantic moon, that illuminates itself on borrowed light. The night sets in for the dreamers, the over-thinkers and the lovers.

And before we know, a new phase starts. The night lifts up at the crack of dawn. The purple-pink glow at the horizon chases away the darkness. And the sun smiles down on us bearing the light of new life, new hopes and a new beginning.