Twilight

Each and everyone seems to be busy..
pigeons rushing to their nests,
sparrows gathering around the lamp posts,
vendors filling roasted peanuts into paper cones,
glinting diamonds,Belgium cut,peeping
through grey cottons searching
for night watchman,the Moon..
cool breeze from sea pampering
the perspirated hawkers & pedestrians..

Continuous rain dirtied my playground
annoying the novice kite runners..
as though every soul braced twilight
the king himself yawned hazily
in his golden muslin ,
emptying his throne torpidly..