The Bright Sunny Day

by Shahrukh Ejaz
(New Delhi, India)

That bright sunny day
gleamed my gloom,
casting the shadows of years
lost in a tick.

I remember,
That bright sunny day
wasn't bright for me.

I remember those florid cheeks
Those streaks of honey on the face,
Those brushes which covered the oceans
In which, I was once drowned.

You smiled! Yet not smiled.
Was that a mask?
They say you see yourself in my mirrors.
Were my mirrors rough?
I don't know.

All I know is-
any sunny day
will never be bright for me.