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!