Evening has stopped by
On the leaves
On the surface of the water in the bowl
On the grain birds left behind for tomorrow
On the dust of the temple bell
On the chirps that break this evening intermittently
On my hands that refuse to budge
sit askance we await
For the wind to blow
For the evening to lift this stagnant mood
To flow the time on the surface of this vaccum
To let the sounds fill the silence of this gloom
I twit my fingers till they agree to budge
Finally I see the orange ball dip down
To make a splash there
On the other shores
A lightening swish passes through my veins
And my horizon whispers a loud hello….
