Nightfall.

He sat by the window,

smoking into the air,

observing the people

across the street,

the clock was ticking

behind him,

reminding how time is

whisking past him,

he counts the number of

homeless people on the street,

and looks up at the stars in

the sky,

tonight, there weren't many,

the clouds hid them and tucked

them away from the world,

he sat by the window,

smoking another cigarette,

the nightfall has just begun,

with the clock ticking behind him,

the nightfall has just begun.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QV2iYFl5eSk

Sky.

When was the last time you wept at the sight of a sunrise? Did you ever?

I've always been besotted with the sky. The starlit night, the melancholic sunset, and the sanguine sunrise - my romance with all the shades and moods of the sky for an inexplicable reason seems to make me restless, though. Will I ever see them in different cities across other continents? Over deserts, cold and hot, and over clear Californian beaches? Does nightfall seem exotic in Paris and does it appear pensive in Prague? I really want to see the rising sun in Turkey and discover how it actually rises in Cherrapunji. If I had to make a bucket list right now, observing the sky transform its mood from bitter to joyous to charming will top the list.

P.S. Actually, wait. If I could, I would prefer sunsets to sunrises.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zp7NtW_hKJI