such some days

somedays are long and lazy,
creep on and on, but distances still extent to the vast space,
Galaxies floats with never ending world,
Sleeps on the pillow near ur bed..
And record room plays whole day,
One song , repaeating the beauty of 'assassins',
With whom ur soul associated, this lazy heart belongs...
Eyes sores, and body aches,
Yet mind never gve up on lazy stay...
Such some days, wen u are unaware of sunset and bright play,
light is equal to the charm of falling of greys,
And such standings beholds the randomness of thoughts on one strand,
Where u forget the reality and embrace blueness of delusional hands...

Hiramalik