THE TIC-TAK EVENING WALK

Ever went for the evening walk
The sun set
Spectacular view of the golden blue sky
Squirt of clouds
Dealing of light between day and night
The small market
The small dirty child
Splashing water in front of the shop
To settle down the dirt
A cup of tea
Ahhhh…………….
In the same old tea shop, the heartily taste
Found an old enemy
Gave a furious look
Chat with some friends
Jokes, taunting, pushing on each other
Played a game of carom
A general envious glance
At the x-girl friend’s balcony
Watching her old screwy dad watering the dead plants
People playing cards
Sip a cigarette passing onto others
Cheering up on their victory
Bingo!!
Shop keepers giving up a profound prayer
Lightening incense sticks
Waving their hand
Murmuring something to the god
Bulb flick on randomly
The whole market sinks under the fake limelight
Shouting of the broker
Memsabji sirf 4 rupaey ka
Bought a packet of bread
Saw the newly arrived lollipop,
You seen at the recent advertisement
Look around, say to yourself
Let enjoy it!!
Found a bunch of school kids
Returning from tuition
Remembered your school days
A silent chill breath flow down
Look at the sky
Thinking of your future
Playing with your own thoughts
A cold breeze blow away
Found yourself passing by a dewpond
Look at the water
Pick up a stone
Throw it and feel the curves
See the nearby pipal tree
Remembered, the old ghost tales
Once narrated by your grandmother
Feel scary
Moved on hurriedly
See a passer by in the lonely lane
Huh……… relived
Pick out the handkerchief
Rub your face
See your house at the other end
A mixed feeling of solitary consumed you
The 100 watt bulb flicker your eyes
Enter in your room
Found your roommate calling on the mobile and amused
Passing a smile
And you moved on….
THE EVENING WALK
BEAUTIFUL………………
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Creator’s talk
I wrote this scrap in just 20 mere minutes. Many of the things written here were never tried by me like playing carom, smoking cigarette etc but what I saw I wrote, keeping in mind that you will put yourself at “I” while reading this scrap. I didn’t considered any rhyming phase, line length, paragraph size because sometime it restricts the free flow of idea and more over hardly I have modified any of the line again. The abstract form of this scrap feels me good that is why, I am not calling it a poem too…………
Your comments “good or bad” are welcome and be considered hold heartedly.
Happy reading
Babun
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