Passing Days and Failing Me

Life is forlorn
From the day you are gone
To the distant world
Of practicality

Smile arrives like once-a-year guest
Only for particular occasions
Laughter- fair weather friend- left
Without the faintest trace
Happiness seems like an alien
Heard of but never really experienced
Peace looks like the ugly ruins
Of a deadly blast
Living seems like
24*7, 7 days a week and 365 days a year job

The only weather I know
Is the stillness of the dull afternoon air…

No changing hues
No dawn and dusk
No day and night…

Breathing, beating, blinking
Passing days and failing me