When the sun is down,
The moon is still invisible,
The sky is full of afterglow,
The lone star shining in the air,
A different new light is yet to seep in,
Musing darkness is around,
The big things are yet to happen,
Small things playing big,
And pushing forward,
Like raft stroke in the vast river,
And everything else is happening
To reveal it’s color,
Hang on to the bright thing
Irrespective of size and impact,
Be in the moment
And capture all of it,
That’s how moments are made,
Memories grow.