Off day

Off Day I try to write And describe the colours of spring But apart from my shoulders Knotted and tight, I can’t seem to feel - anything. The sun may be smiling bright But in my head, a heavy cloud Blocking the promise Of warmth and light. And the words In a handed down shroud, Say I will always be worthless And what I want, is just not allowed. This weather inside Seems too cold and bleak For the “How are you” World outside. And all I really want is to sneak, Back to bed and hide. I know I won’t, But again weary and bleary eyed And comfortably numb I pretend, To not hear the distant hum Of my soul like a lion once proud. And blend, Into the grey of the crowd And I try avoid to descend Down to the misfit That only wants to shout And scream out loud. Sangeet Portals 2024