STEREOTYPING MYSELF

At times I reach the sky
Or feel at sea,

A deep slumber or a gentle nap
I don't remember
Mind, soul and heart
Finally a perfect blend of the 'trio'
In a vibrant wave of peaceful thoughts

Embarrassment into enlightenment
Blind refusals as sheer acceptances
Moments of frown to millions of smiles
Wild imaginations revive graceful realities
Charmings todays for adorable yesterdays

I wish I can stereotype myself
To that life of a promising survivor
A beacon of change knocking at the door
Hard to conceive but fingers crossed.

MONDAY TO SUNDAY

Walking through the balcony of life
In a storm of heated thoughts,
I find myself in :

Mild melancholy Mondays
Twisting tremendous Tuesdays
Windy whirlpool Wednesdays
Tedious temperate Thursdays
Ferociously fuming Fridays

Let me close my mind's eyes
And enjoy a gentle nap
To trap me in

Spectacular Saturdays
          &
Stunning Sundays