Evening walk. My footsteps follow… The cricket songs.
Evening walk. My sky suddenly filled… With Magpies’ screech.
Quiet. Sunday evening… Between sips.
Purple. Evening sky reveals… Something new.
Softness. In evening cold… Wind chimes.
Quiet… As evening rolls in, Computers churn
Evening walk On same path… My pants so low
Quiet moves… In evening breeze, Wind chimes.
Evening sit… In wait for thupa …Clouds fill our soul
things new… this day descends to things familiar
evening walk… rain drops reflect nothing but new
February evening In glow of the city lights R a i n d r o p s
Winter evening Nevertheless, my mouth Full of spring onions
evening spreads across the valley i soak the sun
beads on roof tender to the touch evening rain
Evening sun In all its glory Reflection unreal
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