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
and wrapped by the twinkling skies,
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