There I lay back pondering over things...
When the sunsets are bit pensive,
You get a diversity of thoughts.
Of how situations have changed,
How they could have been changed.
Of how priorities have changed,
How much importance could have been given?
Of how the care is being flaunted off,
How concern could have been felt.
Of how awkwardness has entered,
How the comfort zone could be maintained.
Of how you have to think before speaking,
How those gossips could have continued.
Sunsets change according to seasons
So do people according to situations
And thoughts according to time.
Of how the sunsets make my room gloomy,
How they are still thoughtful...