By: Peeush Trikha
As the sun begins to set,
and evening sky starts showing its heavenly lights,
the man in casuals begins to ponder
and ponder and think aloud.
For he remembers the days of plots and twists in abundance.
Of crime thrillers, spy games.
Of offbeat romance, family dramas, kid’s tales.
Of animals turning into villains and sometimes angels.
Of 1000 words and 700 words.
Or thoughts about Man Booker
Or other awards.
Thoughts so high, spirits soaring.
Yet what made it stall?
The lure and laziness of a few extra greenbacks?
Or a lethargy of some tough winter days?
Where have all the plots and thoughts gone?
Where are all the character that the man could think of; vanished.
Could he overcome lethargy and thoughtlessness,
or his own mindlessness,
or the daily battles of savings and expenses
or the kids not listening and the school assignments.
Yet he now has a new resolve and the day will come.
Of coffee and twists, of a romance never heard of.
Or a character who overcomes it all.
The down and out writer’s evening thoughts are all not all sadness,
but hope and yearning for better days.
Of better days and plots and stories.
Bio: Peeush Trikha