At dawn,
the vast mountains
paved the way through alpine trees.
Guided by birds,
butterflies, and the breeze,
I made my way
towards the destination
I longed to reach.

Now, at dusk,
I look at my palm,
corroded with coins,
when I needed to count the stars.
I chased glamour and glory
that faded into obscurity,
building boundaries
where bridges were needed.

And so, in the fading light,
I crawl towards something
that might cleanse
my mind, body, and soul,
quenching my desires,
embracing the destiny,
and hoping to be meaningful
to Mother Nature
in the night
that is yet to come.

© Tryambak Srivastava
October 09, 2026
Breckenridge, CO, USA