Dilemma, the day after

Mild streaks of early sunlight,
Knocked at the window panes.
The effort was to take away my slumber
A new day was stepping into the threshold.
The day had dawned
I was still in sleep mode.
Dazed and hazy,
Like a fog hit morning.
Cords of doubt and confusion
Clouded my bleary mind.
Last night, I had lost myself
In a crazed swell of passion.
The morning after, was I regretful?
Or I was going to revel in the thrill!
The dilemma wrecked my snoring mind,
And,it was just the day after.

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About Nalini Srivastava

I am an Indian.I write to let go of myself.It is my catharsis.My biggest inspiration is my son and every passing moment of life.I am a teacher by profession and the way I love to write ,I love to teach.With my one solo poetry book already published "Feminine Musings" hope many more will see the light.

10 thoughts on “Dilemma, the day after

  1. suzette portes san jose

    hmm..must have been a wonderful evening then and a night to remember… another day may come in some other ways…but who knows… one night will come the same way again… finger crossed 🙂


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