Sunlit Street

I wonder what is it?!

That my sleepy eyes seeks..

Walking on the streets sunlit ,

to me my footsteps, sounds meek  

On the dew soaked grit..

Rubbing eyes out of habit, through which, 

half-forgotten dreams still peeks.. 

In my daze, amazingly tacit

against the backdrop, a streak,

like a guest paying a visit..