Sitting on my couch into relax mode
i tried to decode
why can't this "on the way result day "
relax like me ?
why these "days" are so punctual
unlike me ?
to them i wish if i could translate
sometimes its all okaye to get late
to them i wish if i could convey
how nervous i'm all out of that day
although deep down i'm aware
relaxing and not being punctual
this a "day "will never dare
still silly me kept ruminating
may because i was scared
what if my imaginations looses chance to have ride to reality !
what if my dreams never takes form of reality!
what if my prays does'nt reaches to that unknown supreme power !
when these contemplations drowns me up
A ray of hope into me pushes me up
hope conveys ,
never know"on the way the result day"
might be the "BEST DAY"