A Good Day

What defines a good day?

There stands no reason that a good day

Would be or would not be without any misfortune

A tragedy, a pain, or a laugh, a hug, or a kiss, in tune.

But all good days are not alike, much depends on situations ,time ,place, body frame, also ones age,

Some are smooth, some slow, some bring sunshine

Some with intense blow, memories deep in rib cage.

When young , a good day would be a day in summer

Roaming far alone or with friends, more or less as a commoner

Going for a local bus ride from home to city

Eating fresh or stale; moments, some funny some gritty.

As a country kid, crossing frantically those densely green blends

Drinking fresh flavoured water from water strands

Lying on the back in the grass and looking at the magical shapes

In bright dull grey clouds without boundaries and maps

lying on stomach on the floor with coloured blossoms around

Butterflies, wasp, beetles, flying around, no lands bound

Listening to the melodious tunes of those high waterfalls

Also being picky in clothes from shrinked shops, not malls.

A good day would be a day in school, when one had learned something new

Never known before, browsing minds with friends, a few

Going to a library surfing and fluttering the pages of books,

Learning ,quite sharp, and depth, immence in these primary elements.

Deep in winters, going out in the snow, properly covered nose and lips

Sticking out the tongue, rolling soft snowballs, catching snowflakes

Back home sitting around the bonfire, looking at the window frost

That hot supper mother would offer on the floor,

legs crossed

For a boy from coastal region, a good day would have been a long swim

Settling catamarans, tightening nets, catching fishes fat and slim.

Climbing a tree for a wild fruit or a coastal coconut

And with a strong push back from the top, on wet Sand tumbling about

Good days are not planned, they just happen in a simple way

Can this fact be nudged in any manner, this way or that way?

Life comes with all situations ,in all phases

Some are good some bad,

But each day has some memories to give,

More with laughters, few sad….