Late Afternoon Thoughts

Looking out at my piece of the sky On an afternoon of unexpected inactivity Following the threads of thoughts Could be a pleasure, to give them phonemes Even better, or so would I think. Tomorrow is full of meetings, And a tough deadline, but now All I have is the present, a glorious sun Dipping over the tall buildings yonder. Sunset is a rare sight in the city But the memories of yore Still tinge the heart. There is laughter Of people at play beyond the walls, In the dense peepal full of cackle, Birds gather for the evening meet. The sound of steam from an automatic caffe, The jingle of cups, Muted voices with technical jargon Waft though the empty corridor. Streams of words chase the thoughts For some indefinite time, Then give up, discouraged at the increasing gap Folding into the comforts of quietude. The sun is gone, the rays remain A sigh rises in heart, could go home !