It was a beautiful dusk
When I was at my threshold
And waiting for
Opening of your door
Moon was moving to south
And saying goodbye
Heart filled with a hope
Was gentle as blooming rose
Birds were singing
It was fresh and dolce
Leaves and buds with dew
Were all shrinking in cold
You were in blue maxi
Looking like a prayer to God
My heart was pounding
In love that is pure
It was a daily scene
Without a sentence or a word
My hidden love, my truth
Was out of breath under some fold
Nothing left like the past
Yet the story is still same
With some droplets of dew
With loneliness and solitude
Where are you?
Where is that dusk?
Words by: Vinay Prajapati
Penned: 2006