A Snap at the Horizon...

I am not sure what inspired the thought behind this poem... The least I could do is capture the haze :)

In a quick flash, the few long decades have passed by him,
He sits there, in the shadows of the twilight, so dim...
A feeling, having travelled far, is cast in his weary eyes,
Of being in the same space and time as an infant, that cries.

He tries to focus, on the rising discomfort in the sound,
But resigns to the inarticulate pain by which, even he is bound.
Sneering at the ways of life, the vetaran inspires my lines...
That have flavours of young purple grapes and old red wines!

His loose skin with an etched display of veins and wrinkles,
Is as soft as that of a baby, then tight, now has crinkles.
Now, a worn-out cap, hides it and the yearly strands of losses,
That, when in the mother's hand, had promises of wild tresses.

A smile that comes by, quite often, with a proud pink display,
Comes now, but rarely, dotted and dull- a defeated white foray.
He walks with help, his tired limbs bearing the slighted weight,
Like the start, with a crawl, a wall, a fall and the ways of fate...

The youthful gather around a child, with their happiness to lease,
While he spends his time, with the newspaper,worries and memories.
An attention-seeker then, and now vainly seeks attention again...
Voices seek ears with the eagerness of words sought by a pen...

The routine of sleep, massages, admirers and scheduled lactic feed,
Is much like the timely tonic, tablets, capsules and their breed...
A colourful cushion at this moment, under twinkling stars at night,
At the other end of the spectrum is hospitable, but in blended white!

Strange ways of beginning from the end or ending where we started,
In the cycle of meeting ourselves at crossings where we parted,
Frame the riddles of life that are farfetched even for the wise...
Does just a snap at the horizon ever tell the sunset from sunrise?