The Days (poem written by me)

 

Days are like different doorways 

Each one  opening to new ablaze 

Heavy or light doesn't depend on season 

Good or bad without logic or reason 

One day you get up and world is mad 

Some craziness has turned all bad

You feel awful though things are right 

 With everyone you want to fight

Although all around is same 

Inevitably you want to blame 

For the things did not go well

Who is responsible ?hard to tell

 Moments come when you want to figure 

But today you are ridiculous digger

Like heavy rock you drag your day 

Leaving you with thoughts hard to sway .

One day you get up and feel top of the world 

Flying without wings all over like a bird

Overwhelmed by exciting pulse 

People seem patients and you are nurse 

Treating others with kindness and calm 

Gestures are sweet and words are balm 

Your kit is full of tools 

Those who worry ,you think are fools

No such thing with you can't deal 

Oldest wounds are going to heal 

Long awaited puzzles and question 

Miraculously today are done 

Such days are like winter's sunlight 

To end  them you don't want night 

Some days idle , dull and slow 

you don't want to get up and go 

All you want is stick to bed 

Scroll phone screen what is written or said 

Laying lazily between sleep and awake 

No thought cooking no dream baked 

Tons of coffee and tea taken by you 

Where is  mind? still no clue 

To motivate ,you try things 

Music or stretching but no bell ring 

Gossip on call or book to read 

Trying to focus is such "dread"

Priceless moments and hours of your day 

uselessly just wasted away 

But at night when you lay to rest 

Suddenly you feel you got back your best 

Some days Social full of cheerful mood

You forgot once you have been rude

Want to get out and meet everyone you know 

Hugging and kissing ,greeting and bow 

You think how you missed all this 

Relationships are such a bliss 

Aunts and uncles cousins and friends

Life at once seems colorful blend 

Beautiful rainbow encompassing your heart

Makes you feel strangely strong and vast

Some days are lone that isolate you  

You don't want see any old or new 

Self reflection is call of soul 

And meditation can lead to goal

You knew all now time to know you 

Work of "figuring" ,"mending" and "sew" 

Once you have rearranged the "self"

You can find your place in "shelf"

Just like roots grow into stem 

Days are how you look at them 

And your look is determined mostly by what you eat

So please beware of what you choose as meal

Can't say whether you believe it or not 

But what you eat makes "day you got" 

Sorry for ruining the poetic essence with last stanza ,along with all other reasons that influence our days what we eat is really important actually and i wanted to convey it because i am experiencing how correcting eating habits makes our days better.

thanks for bearing!