End of day

In these last fading lights of the receding day

When darkness is just about coming in,

Tranquil room assumes a darker shade of light fleeing

Shadows barely discerned in approaching shades of receding light gently fading

out-

It is that time when there is that blustery din

As if every creature in nature

Shakes and rouse themselves, just one more time

Before the long lie-in ahead-

It is that time when blustering din of increasing traffic

Indicates diurnal return journey

of weary souls let loose

Making their pall way home, to rest, maybe-

When a door bangs and footsteps rattle on dusky quiet stairs,

When your eye needs more light

When staccato classical station has become a talk show

It is that time of parting day-

Somewhere a weary hand reaches out

And rolls curtains a slant downward to filter in more light

A bright new world I see through these slats,

Catching fleeting pale before dusk-

Orange skies,

How the sky lights up

One last time before darkness-

These wide vistas of uninterrupted space

No brown bricks and tedious monotony of regularly spaced rectangles

Just wide panoptic wan of sky, stretching as it were without end-

The big city has lost its charm

Out there in that wide canvas

Emotions paint their poetry of small and big things, ever changing scenarios-

Size is not a limitation;

It’s all in your mind and open sky,

This soft and tender closeness stretching beyond touch and on forever-

Expanse of infinity in soft tones,

Calmness unperturbed by discomfit harry on earth below,

Joy of closing day in silent exultation-

A heart beat in syncopation with that big wide blue above,

Peace like restorative refreshing renewals of cool springs

Far other end of emotional desert of over-activity here beneath-

I am just a face,

Turned upwards, heavenwards,

Looking through these slats up, to these last lights of gentle joy enabled by a
Creator most wonderful-