Evening's Sweetheart

Evening's Sweetheart

There lived a girl

Not well that I knew

Perpetually trapped in evening

Always spangled in apricot hue 

Sunsets from different worlds

Carefully she amassed

Days, seasons and years went by

But the bloody evening never passed

Everyday was like mornings at whorehouse 

Mysterious but delightfully calm

She never really saw starry night

As she held infinite suns in her palm

It happened one evening

I noticed her presence vast

Waited till night to wake up from the dream

But the bloody evening never passed

Love accompanied the nights

Dreams accompanied the days

But the poor evening had no company

Other than the dying sun's rays

Love replaced my art

Poetry became a thing of past

A thousand beats skipped my heart

But the bloody evening never passed

On one such evening 

A poem she scribbled

And a poet was born

With the words she dribbled

Before the poet could breathe

A love-spell was cast

She wanted to finish her poem by twilight

But the bloody evening never passed

The desolation of the afterglow

Made her to create a company

The poet was her created muse

So that he can write her a symphony

I was born to amuse her

So this poem I wrote at last

I wanted to die with her in dark

But the bloody evening never passed

- Salil Bhat