Thursday noon is the most treacherous of the lot.
Hanging amidst the promises of Weekend;
and rigmarole of one and a half work-day.
Very finely balancing its existence.
Like a Chandelier, up the roof, with micro-thread.
There and still not. Almost.
Thursday noon, playful, and still matured.
With half of the mind plotting schemes;
And the other half clotting remnants of crazy week that it was.
Smiling at its own yet not accomplished triumph.
Of having survived. Another day.
Thursday noon, semi-intoxicated.
With the proposed plans for Friday evening.
And Saturday, at times. Dabbling with choices.
Or making them all realise. One at a time.
Till heart soothes down. With an innate calm.
And soul pats the back, muttering - "Well done".
Thursday noons are just fine!
#CerebralScintillations
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