This sudden arrival of evening
in winter has always kept me nonplussed...as if a practical joke
has been thrown at me by someone...
For the sun which had been there
a few minutes back round orange fair
writing orange songs on the wall...
playing hide and seek with boys homebound
from the school where they did a lot of math and writeups...
God knows where the sun suddenly hides
as if to quit his job he all of a sudden decides...
and the evening at that moment makes
an entry like a trained pro usually takes
into the last phase of a play on stage...
with gigs and gags suiting the script
winter evening to another level the day lifts...
frosted fingers and ringing ears
in diluted spirit rainbow tears
speed up a rocking episode of cuddling life
a huge multiplex screen lit up with supranormal delight...
a bunch of exotic smell grasps the teenaged boy
a boutique of designer wears he brings for his girl so coy...
and the little boy in socks and shoes and muffled look
tears open the wrapping paper of a story book
given to him by his father on his seventh year...
the taxi driver stops arguing with an elderly woman over fare
who has come to her son's after a decade long silence
frosty air smoothens the road view through my lens...
potholes appear closed forever...
ups and downs remind one of his granddad's rocking chair...
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