Sometimes I ...

The Evening started its magic of stillness;
The Day too smiled after its tiring day long stand.

The birds made their way back home,
in silence, in group, each one leading and following one another;

A closely conflicting though beautiful picture struck my mind,
And I visualised myself and my buddies on our way back from College;
The voice, the roar and each one in the street realised that we are back.

An atmosphere so mischievous, so playful ;
where each one of us would be ready on our toes, to comment on one another;
where each one knew, he could be the next target;

The unearthy facial expression in the group behind;
when one of us, talk with a girl;
Those self made question and answers;
which no one would dare to ask or answer ....

And Today we exist ;
but those moments seem to make a unheard call ...

"Busy Life" the award winning answer with most of the pals,
But some companions do find time to reach out for the group.

Each time we met in those small reunions ;
No one leaves the chance of telling off one another for not being in touch,
And one smilingly accepts all the scold, the charges;
perhaps each understanding the flow of emotions of their friend.

A small hit on my head by my Mom;
who watched all my chuckle and smile;

Unsure of whether she caught my thoughts;
could do nothing more than give her a huge hug,
And she smiled at her mad son ...

Yeah , sometimes on a silent evening ... Sometimes I ...

~Abhi