On the day when the moments are to be captured
Like vivid strokes of gorgeous calligraphy,
A day when you leap to the next year.
The sunset and sunrise covered by the grey around,
Not letting the rays shine over my life.
Despite tutoring yourself, expectations lead to disappointments and are led with none.
But a mail of wishes in the mailbox,
A dinner in a peaceful place with warmth,
A day of the year you feel belonged.
These simple gestures look impossible to achieve,
And is it wrong for the child in me
To want what was not gotten in the past?
And ending up finally cuddling my pillow as it soaks in tears.