The dismal darkness and the hundred hopes,
The tussle between anger, anxiety and ambition
Wanting to settle down
But fighting to claim something of my own.
Gives a million reasons to stop
But everyday you wake up with the puffy eyes
Wash your face to put some gel
To put the Kohl,to paint lips in a natural nude shade
To look lovely and lively.
Because, apparently last day,
You could have smiled more,
You could have sold your arguments well,
You could have been agressive or assertive,
Maybe you didn't fit in,
May be you belong somewhere else,
Maybe you were only good enough to reach till the last,
Maybe you sound too feeble,too sweet,too childish.
Or maybe It wasn't just your Day.