Some times I wonder if time fast forwarded
Leaving its impression in the sand
A slight shift and it disappears
I miss those late Sunday mornings
Surrounded by fading painted walls
Cross legged on the bed
Scattered newspaper around
An oil drenched braid ,chai in hand
How I miss the good old days
They seemed everlasting
Entirely serene ,a step close to nirvana
My nirvana
No phones ...no work ...no stress
I wish changing the date would turn back time
A time where my peace was mine ,only mine
The day would flow from sunrise to sunset
Passing time watching an old movie on cable
Or
A debate about the current affairs
Table full overlooking a feast
Drumming coolers and skin glistening with sweat
Now it seems like a scene from a drama
Middle class family of 5
Existing in their own world
One step closer to nirvana
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RandomMe rambling about the little things in life,while dealing with anxiety and other ups and downs.
