Ordinary Days

Saturday, Sunday unlike any other day,
gone too fast.
Leaving the life, slowly burn inside.
How sweet was the time.
when everyday was a holiday,
No Monday blues.
No looking forward for a sad news.
Everyday was a good day,
Then I used to wake up with a 
big smile on my face.
For the long long day, 
to discover many surprises.
Those which made me happy.
and a few which gave me joyous shock.
No the days are just ordinary days,
the clock is the same,
Weather little changed.
Heartwarming emotions left no more,
Relations had turned sour.
But I try to pull all myself together,
To see the sunrise,
Again to find a new surprise.
With no boundaries to stop, no imaginary mental blocks.
I clinch my hands to my face
To see what I can see, to feel what I can feel.
Saturday, Sunday unlike any other day,
gone too fast.
Leaving the life, slowly burn inside.
Saturday, Sunday unlike any other day,
gone too fast.
Leaving the life, slowly burn inside.
How sweet was the time.
when everyday was a holiday,
No sad news,
No Monday blues.
No looking forward for a sad news.
Everyday was a good day,
Then I used to wake up with a 
big smile on my face.
For the long long day, 
to discover many surprises.
Those which made me happy.
and a few which gave me joyous shock.
Now the clock is the same,
Weather little changed.
Heartwarming emotions left no more,
Relations had turned sour.
But I try to pull all myself together,
To see the sunrise,
Again to find a new surprise.
With no boundaries to stop, no imaginary mental blocks.
I clinch my hands to my face
To see what I can see, to feel what I can feel.
Saturday, Sunday unlike any other day,
gone too fast.
Leaving the life, slowly burn inside.
Ordinary days, living through the ordinary days.

But the silver lining, is the ray of light,

that shines even in the wintry and bleak days.