The name, Twilight in the Woodland, appeared to be the musical cadence of my verses, when I was trying to decide between the several names that emanated in my mind. At times like a tender embrace of hope with angst, devouring all the pain distress, blemishes, anguish and beckoning with the enticing call from the flickers of orange and crimson. Again, at times, leaving a trail of questions, desolateness and sprinklers of uncertainty, quivers and the grappling reality of human conflict. Twilight echoes the multiple labyrinths of nature and the different pages of our existence, caught between the Yes and No of rise and fall. The book is divided into two sections named as1. Mother Nature _ Her lullaby and Her Fury 2. Variegated streams of life.