Waiting

 waiting

for the birds to turn home

for the last sundown

for the chaos in the skies

orange, grey, blue and burgundy

for the calming of the nerves

and the trumpet of conch shells

and to draw the curtains on another day

waiting

for the clouds to break up,

for the smell of earth,

for the call of the crickets,

for the smell of incense sticks,

and to draw the curtains on another day

waiting

for the smell of ginger tea,

for the settling into the balcony chairs,

for the cool wafts of summer evenings,

for the lazy moon rise,

for ushering in the dreams, once more,

and ringing in one more endless night 

© sashikant mohanty