LIFE AS WE LIVE

Eyes open, the stream of light,
comes in through my open window,
I look at the sky, so nice and bright,
I wish my day to not be low.

I walk out of my closet,
Wearing what looks the best,
I put some luck candies in my pocket,
All prepare for the worse and rest

Just as i walk out, it starts to pour
All drenched and soaked now
I still walk through, praying "no more"
Hoping still my day is good somehow.

I reach my destination, gasping for air
I take my chair to sit, i breathe
Look around at the rivals around so aware
Clueless as they seem.

My day goes on, every moment the feel to quit,
Somtimes i sit, or run around
I yawn, i stretch , i curse n sumtimes regret
even feel doomed n burried in the ground.

But then like everyday, i pack my bag
Swallow the day, n i again wonder
As i get in my bed like everynight
Hope tommorrow , wont be a blunder.
--
Shreya Bhattacharya