Each day I pass with hopes on tomorrow, Yet tomorrow never comes and days pass in a row

Each day I pass with hopes on tomorrow,

Yet tomorrow never comes and days pass in a row.

Someday I forget to sleep; someday I forget to wake-up,

Someday I am high and someday just too tangled up.

So for each present day I procrastinate things,

With hopes on tomorrow and my invisible wings.

I don’t have a job, yet I feel no less than a king,

Conceiving, admiring and believing there’s no better a thing.

Sometimes I pity, sometimes I regret and sometimes feel ashamed,

And yet in another moment I think one day I’ll be acknowledged, adored and famed.

The worries fly away in a jiffy and I close down my plans-for-the-day,

In wonderful dreams I sleep while the saying goes- ‘while sunshine make hay.’

Often when I finish a book or a movie I feel so inspired,

I clean my room, organize my schedule and find myself hired.

All it takes is a day for the sun of hopes to set down,

And the routine follows: Up-Eat-and-Down.

Two more days and the room again becomes a mess,

Eyes back on the ceiling and ears on jazz.

Not every day is smooth and there are hard times too,

Often when people ask- ‘What do you do?’

My parents stand beside them and wonder why I look tensed,

Up with a smile I tell, ‘Umm.. preparing for defense.’

‘Good luck!’ they say and move ahead,

My mother hugs me and I feel blessed.

There I vow to inherit change and do things that I haven’t done yet,

I clean my room, sort-out my books and see the sun set.

I pick a book and try hard not to lose sight,

But I yawn, scratch and miss the day light.

I take a break and think if it’ll be right...

…to close the book only for the night!