Roller- coaster- ride

Under the folds of blanket when I lie down

with the curve of my belly and arms as chords.

To share my day while I sleep

and think of the events,evens and odds.

 

With a deep sigh and a big smile

for his stare and helpful solace.

The moment which was turning blue

held the time and seized its pace.

 

I turned my side towards the left

to see the attire of the fop.

It was a nylon quite outmoded

but  red satin which looked like a prop.

 

Piles of files when smiled at me

I dragged my doze to wrap me over.

To live this night full of dreams

and let my dreams to swim and hover.

 

In the morning to design my day

I smile at my dream and look outside.

The sun where winks to wish good luck

for one more roller coaster ride.

Author's Note

Every day is like an adventurous ride with mixed folds of amusement and melancholy.The life in a profession is actually a confession inviting every sort of reactions and expressions under different situations.After a day with busy bee when we bask on bed and think of the day getting over,we reconcile all our acts and end up the day with some lessons and memories to enjoy the few best hours of night where we discover ourself once again.

Reviews

[Arielle Ann]

this was indeed superb...you spun out a story between the negligible span when we are about to doze and the morning..because the moment we doze,time stalls...when I read the title I thought it was another one about life and struggles...but no,it was only about the times when we relapse into the unknown...the time when the soul leaves us..indeed a sweet and cute write!