On a lonely, foggy evening

Its a foggy evening in the capital…
Nostalgia forms a glowing halo 
Enveloping the smoky street lights ;
Misty dreams and memories follow….
Company of solitude
And lethargy after the day,
Damp emotions and subdued spirits
And the manipulative games we play..
On a lonely, foggy evening
Thoughts flood my mind,
Self retrospection,
or some jumbled analysis ?
And some candid questions
whose answers I never find…..
Dissection of the facts
and a layer of comfort cover the lies,
The joy of some unexpected bondings,
And the pain of some unwanted goodbyes…
A fistful of colours
I scatter them all on an untitled canvas,
The final picture I am yet to see,
There are unseen roads yet to traverse…