Feel Of The Moment!

I look upwards but can't guess what the time is 3. Pm or 4.pm? The day is waning The dull quietness is ruling everywhere Silently It’s all void of sound, noise or any voice The stillness is ominous (ominous... perhaps is not a right word, you might call it...intuitive) The shadows are falling oblique Sometimes get elongated Then vanished The sand-grains in the glass Are on the move Constantly No one can dare to stop The twilight from coming And enveloping all the scene around Soon all the colors of nature Will hide themselves Behind the ruling gray Yet all is not dark still So nice it is to have a walk On the soft shoulders of the rustic roads Neither dark nor bright And to explore the mystic ruminations Falling so intuitively Never forget to keep the pen and the pocket-diary ready For capturing such creative moments divine The human company is not wanted as it might kill some feel of the moment By the prosaic talk of the here and now Keep looking straight The way is at a risk of losing The shadows of the avenues of the side trees Are printed on the road Some will see the nightfall As their final stop Some will be on the move To witness the next dawn breaking Or beyond The river-bed on the west Is ready for the tired sun for a night sleep We shall wait for the bright dazzles of the new dawn Just a night away The company of the lighted bulbs Is pleasant enough to bear the unbearable wait… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - On the books-strewn bed, with the dream-filled pen A new poem will fall tonight the mind is ready to receive! ! !