February 8, 2008

bad day

every day i set out afresh
a smile plastered on my face
the frowns erased from my brow
the clenched fists undone
and the cloudy eyes transparent

i want my day to go well
just for this once
a day i don't have to cry
even if i don't get to smile
just a day that doesn't hurt

i try my best everyday
not to feel, or see
in the hope i won't suffer
if i shut out the world
like an ostrich in the sand

but i am hewn apart
all the numbness i cultivate
can't stop me from
feeling the pain
and living the pain

and the smile vanishes
the brow is lined again
and the fists clenched
i start out a kid
and age centuries everyday

and you ask me
why i love the night?

heard this song after a long time today - bad day [daniel powter]. and i remembered this poem i had once written on a wall of my room in college.



2 comments:

ramesh said...

aah us indians, we all have solid theories about love and sex, though how many of us have experienced either before the theory formulation is a matter of question ..

naween said...

@ramesh

but we were always good at philosophizing, weren't we?