Spare Me a Day

Everything comes and then goes away one day. Like misty evening, carmine fog, gleaming sidewalk, ripped tickets Wrap up the entire grey matter, placid soul, and go away. I feel tired to look for any reason, now. Maybe love, Maybe dark eyes, Maybe sex, Maybe some other undefined desire. What can heal the apathetic time within the hazy core of a mind That wants to be impure to circumvent the truth. What would see through us, then? And remind, what is right, what is wrong. I know its morning now, and sunshine will come if I open the window. Yet, I waited unendingly for the magic that hardly appears in this time When everything comes and goes fast, very fast. Spare me a day, my river, Teesta. Let me see, How happy am I?