EUNOIA
One Sunday Morning
By Sheeraz Zama, In-Steel Toastmasters Club
“Today is the first day
of the rest of your life.”
― Abbie Hoffman,
Revolution for
the Hell of It
One Sunday morning I woke up,
I could hear the birds chirping at my terrace
I saw workmen making their path
Children going merry about their games.
But wind had some other stories to tell.
The night passed had some secrets in its bag,
The house nearby was not the same.
My voice screeched around all its corners & edges,
The drama has yet to be unfolded.
It made me remember those days,
When we both laugh together and share our pain,
It sang symphony of our friendship,
But winds has some other direction to sail.
Too much good is poison for life,
And yet a good story end with a separation.
When fault lies in our hands and none to blame
Gone days are difficult to dissolve,
While future panorama looks hazy.
Wealth lost was easily acceptable
but friendship is not,
While one last meet can solve all equations,
But destiny has a tryst to play.
The days will flow by but not moments,
As the river flows but depth remains same,
Hoping for the coming mornings to change,
One Sunday morning I woke up
SEP 2016
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EUNOIA
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