[As witnessed through the window pane of a speeding train.]
Dark clouds corner
the tired evening sun,
trying to block it, delay its journey
towards the horizon.
The sun, undeterred, keeps moving,
throwing golden splashes here and there,
painting the stray clouds in golden hues.
The lone tree tucked under,
gazes skywards in amusement,
as the sleepy town, sprawling in silhouettes,
lazily eyes the play –
the hide and seek between
the two awesomes.
Charming evening shades and moods
spread a breezy cheer all around,
and a strange sense of peace
at the end of the day.
Who says sunsets are just about
impending darkness, gloom and …loneliness?