waking up to a yesterday

i woke up one fine morning

i felt i was in my yesterday

the air was fresher

the mood was livelier

the fingers tinging

to the very feeling

.

i knew it at once

so nostalgic it is

the feel of a yesterday

a today never met

.

i was back again

the hands of time i stayed

to rewind it back

to bridge the gap

to know the meaning

to sense the lost

.

but no avail i need to move

from yesterday to a today

and from then tomorrow

for no man lives in the past

and all who do are known as monuments

.

i know i did not wake up to yesterday

but tomorrow just came a little late