In the evening, When the sun is dripping down On the western horizon. I sit on a concrete bench near the slow-moving river Watching the stagnant tide and the vines nearby Swaying to the fresh unsettling wind.
The sky looks so majestic, I kept watching it till the crimson hues changed and past into the deep orange colour. The reflection of it in the river water Is so clear, that It seemed like a large moving picture.
And I found myself trapped Somewhere between the ecstasy of the evening and my solitude so forlorn.
__________________________ Written a long time back