The Twilight

Stories dipped in twilight colors

Stories thru’ time…

Returning from our childhood games, reluctantly…

The hour for Ma to be home

The wait at the gate and finally her sight…

The lights and the lamps, the sound of the conch

The wait for some snacks, the wait for some gift,

unadulterated family time…

Growing up, learning to live, in another world…

Watching the sun set, and the evening cuppa in hand

This bunch of friends, wondering about the future years

No sight of the paths where the feet would take

Watching a random flight on the sky, dreaming if we would fly…

Later in life, we earned our breads, no longer the carefree us

Returning home as the twilight set, gazing into the sky of changing shades,

Thoughts ran from grey to red, from red to orange

Gazing into the endless sky and

To be done for another day

And now by the window, on the balcony, locked in our homes

Watching the sky and searching for a glimpse of Ma,

like those childhood years, returning to us

Watching the sky changing hues, missing some chatter, missing some quiet

Expecting some unknown, expecting some hope..