oasis now and then you find evenings. evenings just like this one - when the clouds decide to get their hair cut in the sun's salon. but return, with a clean scalp of golden sheen. and that's when you realise, it ain't the sky that holds dusk, slow and tender, but merely an oasis to stay, not remain. for the nomads are looking for oceans. — % & oceans, that are never to be found. simply because deserts don't hold one. #theunsungquill #poetry #black_rythmn