A quite afternoon

Seldom does the city

Settles down.

Seldom does it

stop for a drink,

In some road side snacks...

A coffee with fiance

Or friends for that matter..

A quiet afternoon,

With the sky turning orange,

The bird retiring to their nests,

The pigeons getting ready,

Along the perches of tall towers.

The city might think of

Stopping by for a bit

sitting on the road side

Resting places

Sipping some warm tea

Along the shanty tea stalls,

Then presume its night long run.

Alas! it hardly stops.

The cars rush to and fro.

The neon blinks on and off.

As the night creeps in

Like a panther crouching 

On its hinds,

The city grooves into new rhythms.

As darkness engulfs the night sky

The streets get merry

And lights flicker.

The quiet afternoon

Ponders on these notes,

And turns,

From orange

To maroon

And then into deep Prussian blue.