Eternal summer

The clouds disappeared suddenly
Like the relatives after a festival.
The indefiniteness of solitude is back
with its blues and other hues
And without its centimeters of leak.
Once a while there is a "tup" sound
A suicide cracker bursting itself
in the afternoon heat.
The chill in the air gives me a shudder.
How Time is starting to be cold
And throwing another year into the bin!
And like a worn out Halloween mask
exposing my vulnerabilities with each calender.
I long for a siesta in this eternal summer
I long to do nothing-
Today, tomorrow and the day after.
I long for such an abstract illusion.
Tomorrow, like a tough exam in the school
pulls up a knot in my stomach.
I cannot ask "Why me?".There is no answer.
I lost myself somewhere back then.
In those years, when I should have
stopped for a thought or two.
Not being sure when I will meet him again
I drag myself like a log of wood on tar
Making a screeching noise-
Neither a prayer nor a shout for help.