A night and a day,
A night and a day,
Another night..another night,
and ah! few nights saw a day,

A single day in a long long time,
thats sleepy like me,
that drowsy and forgets,
that dreams for itself,
And that moves slowly ahead .

That laughs and laughs,
and whispers with a hint,
A jumble I can't get.
But is it a jumble?

It does not want to live,
Coz there are so many other days,
That knows a dream is always perfect
The realization, though is only slightly pale..
And may be it breathes coz it's only a day.

It has no venture, no intent
It lives by and passes on.
So bright in the morning
That it leaves the shine behind
Croons in the afternoon,
and seduces itself in the evenings
To meet the night.

A day that never forgets,
That it's beautiful,
Unreasonably.
and knows no whys.