The Weekend

The rustling of leaves and the chilly breeze,

The smell of thin crust pizza with extra cheese.

Looked up in the sky and felt the first drop of rain,

Remembering lost ones as she felt the pain.

The full moon was as beautiful as her smile,

She was quiet and nostalgic for a little while.

Recalled an old joke and she smiled again,

Friends observed and declared her insane.

Just remembered something funny, she said,

And then there was a fight for the last piece of that damn bread!

Laughed merrily and pulled each other’s leg,

Let us sleep - early morning office someone would beg.

Come on few minutes extra - don’t be a cry baby,

These times will never come or may be…

She voyaged in the intercity metro to meet family and friends,

In the ladies partition she was aware of all latest trends.

Weekend’s over now – rush hour, work and profit is the key,

She sat alone in a corner and wondered with a cup of tea -

‘Yesterday I was with a lot of people alas look at me’!
After five days of work her brain shall slip to her knee.

Camaraderie counts be it parents, friends or spouse,

and the vacuity grubs you alive in your own house.

Striving to explore your happiness in others?

Be contented for you wont be shaken by shudders.

Shut her eyes and asked self if she was happy?

The rejoinder came from within – life is not that shabby.

Content with what she has, she then had a mysterious smile,

Hoping she could make Monday a lot more worthwhile!