Dusk

As the sun's about to set......

the last of rays..always has 

something to say..

we try not to listen..we end up 

walking down some memory lane..

there is something about this time..that makes me restless..

it either takes me into the past or

 into the future..it makes me dream..

it makes me think ..about what i have gained or about what i have lost..

it makes me think about what i want and about what i should let go..

this time  of the day is magical..everything around you seems to be  so beautiful..

it's a little starnge about this time..cause sometimes everything around at this time seems to be harsh..

i dont know....but this time of the day..i find myself the weakest...

i often sit by the window..and look down the lane..to see people out..some returning home and

some on the walk...

and as i said..this time makes me think....it makes me think about them..their stories,their day...

as am studying art..i tend to observe expressions..every expression has a story,an incident, an experience...i want to

know those stories..i want to know them...as the sun sets completely....and i realize...time's up..as i leave

by the window side...the people and their stories about their day are left unheard...and behind

but some day i'll know them....the next dusk comes..and i think the same...many stories go unheard...

some are good some are okay,some are funny..but every story,every incident and every day leads some one to some way...how.??.i dont know!