Approaching Dusk

Dusk was approaching
I sat near the window of the houseboat
In a brooding contemplation
Watching the panoramic beauty
Of the tranquil backwaters.

A solitary loon sighed deeply
Venting her sorrow and melancholy
From the bottom of her love laden heart
The agony and anguish of her despair
Was audible enough to reverberate
In the dead silence like the necropolis .
She might have left her lover in sorrow
Yet she longed to meet him morrow
For her love has gone to the marrow
Which cannot be broken even by an arrow
And she yearned to meet him in a rendezvous.
I also mused in a deep sigh.

Dusk,like a slug slowly moved towards night
It's a very slow change hardly noticeable
Like a bud in the breeze quivering to bloom,
A wave posing before breaking to froth and foam,
The appearance of stars early in the dusk,
The murmur of breeze on the grass and foliage,
The whispers and whimpers of a lovesick heart,
All has it's charm and fascination.

The young night was innocent and blithe
Spreading her luring charm all around
Bathed in the translucent rays of the moon
Waited patiently to mature into a full bosomed lady
From an ebony coloured budding lass.
Soon the haze was wafted by a cool wind
And the gallant debut of the full moon
Was really voluptuous and appealing.
Her dimpled cheeks and rosy lips
Wreathed in a sweet alluring smile.
It was funny to see her beautiful face
In a corrugated reflection in the rippled waters.