Shifting Perceptions

The perky pigeons pecked and played a pair
Perched on a crispy cable before the night;
The traffic, and its rustle-bustle was in the air
As the streetlight beamed into twilight!

I watched the sky, and the moon was still there
Racing against many patches of cloud;
I watched the stars; the formations were there
No change after all these years, I said it aloud!

Everything that I saw before was still there,
Trees stood in dark silhouettes;
Road, footpath and steps: my way home was there
All was usual; change was nothing to think about!

But lo, at home today! Perceptions in me changed
As I was proclaimed a year older at the gate!
Life advances, I recalled, as destined or arranged
In time and space, and with one’s own fate!

Change hasn’t been rare and it has surprised me hard
Breaking a regular routine of workplace and home;
Boredom isn’t wanted, I thought, but it plays its card
While life is all colors as much a painting in monochrome!