Some days are to be spent-
In a world outside the window,
Or maybe losing yourself in a book,
Far away from the world.
Where you sit beside the river
Somewhere, where the birds fly freer
And your worries look smaller.
Some days are to be felt-
Being in love, passionately in love,
With every strangers you meet.
And sitting down at a café,
You remember the heart-achingly gorgeous smile
You caught crossing the paths
Without even knowing their names
Some days are to be lived-
Letting the light
Pouring all over your soul
And with a smile upon your face
Smearing the tears
Dumping all the fears
And dreaming again about the times
Those're yet to come.
Some days are to be expected-
For yourself to become
a beautiful reality
Which you've always dreamed about
And to embrace the untamed thoughts
By converting them into beautiful cities
Inviting your friends to take a walk in
To finally see your words and your songs!
Iffat Tasnim Alam loves coffee, shayari, rainstorms, and conversation with her good friend at Northend