Evening is still
young
Sun has not gone home
yet
Even as the clouds
try to cover
The sky with its
massive blanket
Rays of light over
shadows it
With tinge of silvery
brightness
I am alone waiting
for night
To see the stars
again
To throw dreams
At them
As I lost my way
Somewhere
I want to ask
For guiding lights
To open up new paths
Towards a lost world
Of words where I weaved
The canvas of
imagination
To paint my words
With unseen colors
And spread splashes
of joy
To those who might
read one day
