the evening

Autumn at its end ..dawn of the winter
Li’l bit of cold and the month of November

Evening was the time…6 showed d clock
stood a  guy in plains ..waiting in the dim dark

 Happy he was …nervous he was too
Going to meet d one ..he never wanna loose

What he’ll say what he’ll not
Confused he was …so wer his thoughts

Came the call of her
‘where you are?’

‘where I should be’
Replied he

He can see her
Left hand beside ear

Holding her mobile
Oh! She was so fragile

Her sight intersected through him
Smiling , she came

it was dark then.. so was her outfit
but like a firefly ..she lit

was she smiling or she was blushing?
for him.. it was everything

strategically they sat in a park
every elapsing  second was making it pitch dark

he was speaking as if he was muted before
recalling that moment makes him blush from the core

he want the time to freeze
dumb he was… wishing impossible at so ease

an hour seemed like 5 minutes …time passed so quickly
perhaps that is Theory of Relativity

in good times …time is speeding faster
but it seems crawling , during any disaster

the evening was indescribable ..like never seen before
or was it just an illusion?... still he adore

it was their first meet.. could be the last
he didn’t know was in her heart

expecting to meet again in future…he said ‘ok then goodbye’
she had such intentions..asking her ..he didn’t give a try

so they separated ..waving hands of farewell
overwhelmed he was  ..he can’t even tell

on his way back…he was smiling needlessly
visualizing the past hour and how it flee

and the evening was normal again
but now less were  anguish harshness and pain