that day was 28th when the clock struck past five

Every evening will have a sunset; for years to come
And thousands of dusks ahead will be golden and beautiful…
Every month will have a twenty eighth
And the coming would veil yet again a lot in itself
Everyday sometime; the clock sets past five
Yet …
A few of them
are remembered…
in dreams and in realities
and in real dreams and dreamed realities


“they will be past ...but won't die...just for a while be lost...
their souls will be air which forever blows”


And then…
someday again;

the instances will dissolve
the dribs of time will sprinkle…
True lovers will kiss
And hear a clock nearby pour to them those moments
That had happened
Sometimes past five
Someday when it was twenty eighth
And an evening will suddenly be beautiful for a while
Few words would be sweeter as never before
A promise would be made
A hug would be accepted...

The dusk will whisper the voice of a blown breeze


“But the sun would set even that day …”