Not just any other day
There's something about today...
There's this cold breeze that creeps in to my room,
There's the chill that it brings.
There's something about the day I'll never forget
Weird, I just sit here, as always staring at this lil lit screen of mine and to find myself want to finish off all my drafts. But instead now I make a new post. There's something I need to say, yet so untrue to how I feel, I don't know what to say. For the first time in my life, I am lost for words. That strange feeling you get when what you want to say is stuck right at your throat.
So, I opt out- the messages simple- I think there's this one point of exasperation that everyone goes through...
And today, just minutes back, I happened to get a note of how exasperated one could be with everything around...Somehow that one drew in directly through the skin without the brain having to register it.
Not just any other day
There's something about the day,
Something that eats me up.
There's something to the words delivered,
Something that pushes me off.
I told you, there's something about the day..
Something that I'l never forget..
P.S- This post has been revived from the draft after weeks of being there...
There's this cold breeze that creeps in to my room,
There's the chill that it brings.
There's something about the day I'll never forget
Weird, I just sit here, as always staring at this lil lit screen of mine and to find myself want to finish off all my drafts. But instead now I make a new post. There's something I need to say, yet so untrue to how I feel, I don't know what to say. For the first time in my life, I am lost for words. That strange feeling you get when what you want to say is stuck right at your throat.
So, I opt out- the messages simple- I think there's this one point of exasperation that everyone goes through...
And today, just minutes back, I happened to get a note of how exasperated one could be with everything around...Somehow that one drew in directly through the skin without the brain having to register it.
Not just any other day
There's something about the day,
Something that eats me up.
There's something to the words delivered,
Something that pushes me off.
I told you, there's something about the day..
Something that I'l never forget..
kaleeeeeeeeeeeeee .. how do u always manage to express things so well and rightly ? how how how how????
ReplyDeleteshashi---- hota hai yar..
ReplyDeleteIt so happens, that sometimes I hit the words right :))