The mysteries of life,
So bewildering and yet charming.
I still remember the time
I was sleeping there.
I am missing it now...strangely though!
Yet these glimpses give me
A warmth to fill the void and,
A breeze to sense its presence.
I still remember those days,
When I used to wake up in it,
On a sunday so sunny,
And I never felt it all these days.
Strange, isn't it?
Stay away from something,
And you start missing it,
And I am the one calling life "funny"?
The warm sun touching my face,
The birds chirping on the shade,
And my mother calling out;"Get up now!!!
Its 9 O'clock already!!!"
My bedroom, small one,
But I miss it now...strangely though!
Funny enough, it is just that day,
That sunday that i remember!!!