Tuesday, February 8, 2011

A bad day.
follows into the sadness of this very day (everyday)
Follows me, untimely
Waiting to the start of burnt ends of a
  starting weekday. Tired, suffocated, exhausted.
 Oh, the dreary days -
   Not loving a thing
 Things not in love with me.
      Again, like every other day
today too has been such a bad day.

Life, may take its every turn,
  But, each morning sees the same sun;
I vowed never to write - But lo,
On this treacherous sad day
   I write about its bad stay

  My very own, defeat
 and Kingdom conquered -
      On this bad day.