This time everyday

Between my day and night
amidst the chaos and fight;
the setting sun winks with a smile,
saying- It is time to stop for a while.

All it takes is to log off and sign out,
to grab my bag and step out,
to catch the bus in time
the window seat is just fine.

Suddenly all is set to the sepia mode
with the trees and building catching up the mood;
This is that magical time,
beyond the mystic dark and bright lime.

The cool breeze travels from the sea,
touches cheeks, blows hair and sets me free.
I swiftly relax, rejoice and retreat;
for the night, engulfs this feat.

The sepia turns black,
As the sun looses its track.
I blow a kiss to the moon,
which is ready to swoon.

For it competes hard in vain
with the CFL-LED rain.
unlike the showers from the sky,
these rise bidding the earth good bye.

Then my magical moment is lost
setting me mechanical at last.
Get down, swap place, changes roles;
there is cooking, eating and domestic chores.

This is all what is for a break,
for a woman who is at stake.
Keeping busy day and night,
I wait  for the time of twilight.

This journey eases my taxing,
in spite of destinations at the crossing.

Keeping busy day and night,
I wait  for the time of twilight.