Shaam.

Not a morning person,

hate the morning hustle.

Too much brightness

and too many responsibilities to handle.

Things to do, goals to achieve, places to be,

people to see, chores to do, deadlines to meet.

God save the world if I sleep in a little late!

Way too many boxes to tick.

Cant skip them either.

Got bills to pay, old age to secure.

Middle class life after all;

Work save sleep repeat,

forever and ever on.

But then, once the clock strikes five,

and the sun takes a stroll down the west,

everything starts slowing down a bit.

The work mode slowly drifts to the snooze zone,

the body follows the beat and takes a breather.

The heat goes down, the sky looks magenta,

but calmer, with hues of blue grey and orange.

Everyone else calming down with the dusk,

and I cant stop feeling,

that is this the best time of the day?

And then what about the night?

The quiet dark thing that keeps secrets unlike the day,

that brings solace to the pain that heat didn't shy away to put,

that brings lovers close, and is non- judgmental to the truth.

I think,

Dusk is the shallow sandy tranquil shore to the deep calm blue ocean that is the Night.