There are times when we are on no ground,
The days when we feel tired and frustrated,
Days pass away and the hour arm of clock keeps moving,
But somehow we feel stuck.
The days when we just wake up late,
The days when hours slip out of our grip,
Those days enroot in our intellect,
Life gets trapped in between 9 to 5.
The months of anxiety and fear,
Creeping up the soul darkens our mind,
In those days of restlessness when calm is a distant friend,
When we don’t know which is our way forward.
In those days of darkness,
We need to look at the silver lining,
It is just a transition time,
And we are just in between.