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 !