There Are Some Days....

There are some days

When the sweetest songs

Don't soothe us but

Make our eyes moistured

Make our throat

Choaked, Filled,

Our heart ready to burst.

There are some days

When a sweet cake

Doesn't tickle our

Taste buds as usual,

It doesn't secrete

The feel-good hormones.

There are some days

When the fragrance

Of the flowers

Doesn't heal us,

The smell of delicious delicacies

Doesn't attract our attention.

Yes, there are some days

When the scenic beauty

Doesn't feel appealing

To our eyes.

When the touch of other hand

Burdens our soul,

The rubbing of various skin textures

Doesn't sensitize but irritate.

These days are spent

As if we are emotionless.

Time just goes away in the

Clocks, calender and digits change

In the cursed devices.

Nothing gives relief,

We feel empty, meaningless

Or filled with varying emotions.

Don't know why

But, there are these days

Yes, there are, I assure you.