Its one of those afternoons..one of those rare ones, when the implications of the passage of time, hardly mean anything. You could lie in your skin, fuelling scattered thoughts in your mind, and smile for no reason. You are a content you.
I've missed these afternoons for a while, where you're smug and satisfied...you romanticize the songs, sit and soak in the serenity of this peasant afternoon, from the recesses of your dark house. Write a word here, another one somewhere there! Hog on some pizza in a way that would make a pig look like it had cultivated refined table manners.
One of those afternoons that you had forgotten to catch upon while walking.
Every now and then you should get off the road, stop at the side-walk and have a smoke. And enjoy it. Catch up with yourself before you yet again, take the road and keep walking!
One of those afternoons..
I've missed these afternoons for a while, where you're smug and satisfied...you romanticize the songs, sit and soak in the serenity of this peasant afternoon, from the recesses of your dark house. Write a word here, another one somewhere there! Hog on some pizza in a way that would make a pig look like it had cultivated refined table manners.
One of those afternoons that you had forgotten to catch upon while walking.
Every now and then you should get off the road, stop at the side-walk and have a smoke. And enjoy it. Catch up with yourself before you yet again, take the road and keep walking!
One of those afternoons..
you know girl, I and KC quite enjoy the solitude that afternoons bring. to me it is special because it does not necessarily mean the loneliness at the end of the day, it means a short space out and back to crowded action if wanted in the evening or at night.
ReplyDeleteGreat read. :)
ReplyDelete@chiky: :) always enjoyed them!
ReplyDelete@nikhil: :) thanks