Quite the afternoon...

This seemed like a fine afternoon to scribble down something.

After flipping through a few pages, I found that spot.

The clock kept ticking at a leisurely pace…

Maybe it's going to be ‘two thirty’ for a long time now…

It was an ordinary moment really;

The day was changing colours right under the Sun,

The air was filled with a concoction of noises;

The mild bustling of cars on the streets, carpenters at work,

Whistles of the pressure cooker, a running tap,

Dogs barking at the motorcycles on the streets,

Trees swaying with the gentle breeze,

And even the crickets were around...

I was in between my yawns and sighs,

My eyes set on the ceiling fan,

Staring & wondering if there's something to admire about it…

The dullness of this hour had this eerie soothing effect.

The sluggish hands of the clock barely made a move,

Minutes to seconds went by but time stood still.

Soon the Sun began to draw its curtains;

Its light kept fading with every move;

The clock timed the act and conveniently so...

Perhaps it’s going to be two-thirty for quite some time...