Whenever the sleepy sun spills the colours from pastels

On the darkening at the twilight hour on floating cloud strands

And the day is kissed adieu by the silken raven night

I remember those serpentine streets with strewn pebbles

And lengthening silhouettes of trees on the dying day’s canvas

The breeze laden with intriguing blend of aromas

From the breathe of leaves in tea gardens,

Of the smell from the night jasmine eager to bloom

The  scented sigh of the daisy drooping at dusk

And exotic smells of wild flowers abloom in the shrubbery around

The street lights with jaundiced glares lethargically came aglow

And moths danced in frenzied orbits around them

Stars lit up on the soot tainted canopy high above

Slowly the moon rose to spread its benevolent smile of platinum

And at this hour of change ,of beginnings and epilogues

I took regular evening strolls with my father

We talked of life, of future, of abstract and of specific people

We argued and debated, shared and remembered

We even shared our silences, our soliloquies

Open up and revealing our inner selves and thoughts

These moments were few as time flew and now are forever lost

As incandescent pearls submerged in the sea of memories

And yet even today every twilight reminded me of our strolls

That which for me were the beauty of twilight…