sketching .."an eve"

It was eve, sitting on a bench in a park.
Sun at zenith shining as a roar of a Lion.
Rays not letting my eyes open, warmth dominating the chill of winters,
It was peace, silence.
Eyes took a stroll around, covering 360.
Birds, people, children, trees, shrubs, clouds, there was so much around.

Old men gathered discussing politics, families or playing cards. Ladies dawdling doing Yoga. Families doing lunch or a noon out. Corners, under trees and at distances, benches were there. Most of them were occupied by the couples or say a pair of guy – gal, mumbling eye to eye, evincing love or just friends.
Muttering children all around, playing, laughing, enjoying.
Their expressions and gestures evincing and spreading charm around, making u smile by just looking at them.

Trees and shrubs around, well maintained. Shrubs nicely trimmed in a pattern, Trees small and big, providing nesting for living, blossoming flower buds, roses, lily’s, bougainvillea etc. Evoking a tint of green and nature. Birds chirping, flying over heads in flocks, forming patterns. Fast, well coordinated and in rhythm.

The far away honking of horns, vehicles moving, passing by metro rail and all the other sounds of nature, some heard and some not, enchanting the sweet silence, giving a soothing pleasure to ears and mind.
A blend of these entire natural and man made things, beautifying the beguile of nature itself, making it uber serene and tranquilizing.
Every and the other thing was like- has come under the warmth of sun, enjoying it as in a lap of mother.

Amid this ecstatic, captivating scene, I was there sitting aloof, strained, striving with the state of mind, totally blank and witnessing all this beauty which I have came across many a times but never has admired, today has astonished me.

Stunned I didn’t even notice the things moving ahead. People started to pack up, flyers getting back to their nests, silent breeze but chilling overpowering the warmth, turning orange the sun. It was all like a day’s play approaching to its end, dimming lights, fading music, characters as well as audience retreating, leaving only a single difference that here

“there is no admiration with an applause”.