If I start talking I will be called as being NOSTALGIC,
But this day was really Pure MAGIC.
They Say "Every day is not a Sunday",
And I was made to realize it only on Sunday.
Its a day when I went back into my MEMORIES,
And I had no choice except to stand in the midst of the FLURRIES .
I was thinking and roaming in a vehicle as a REGAL ,
And My Destination just happened to turn out as WARANGAL.
I saw myself again in front of my EYES,
Which totally broke my hard ICE.
Even Before I could sense its FEEL,
Each frame rolled on REEL by REEL.
I Was where I used to climb the TREES,
Knowing there can be many HONEY BEES.
I Was where I used to go to my SCHOOL,
Which made me COOL from a FOOL.
I Was where I used to Sleep on the FOOTPATH,
Passing each day of financial hurdles as a WARPATH.
I Was where I used to run and scat all ALONE ,
When my future was never looking like my very OWN.
I was where I used to restlessly fall APART,
When the two kids always asked "Anna Lets Bat !"
I was where I started my LIFE,
Which I cannot forget even if I cut myself with a KNIFE.
I know every day is not a Sunday ,
But not all Sundays were such a Sweet Pain Day.
Post Script : Written with sub conscious mind , after being drunk , overjoyed after seeing the two kids who used to play cricket with me , grow so big and now who are up as a Steam . Overjoyed by seeing my engineering roommate getting married and obviously overjoyed by revisiting my old memories .
These Words will just be the pen of my ART,
But the real joy is still pounding inside my HEART.
Which will never ever DEPART.
Love,
Vicky
Dated : 05-Apr-2010
