There are days when I dont want to get up I just want to yawn and sleep, I dont want to fight just want to lay and weep. there are days when I want my word should not reach the world. my voice is lost somewhere within me. the echoes are trapped inside me. there are days when I dont want to take on world dont want to get heard. keeping both palms over the years. I listen to my echoes and tears. There are days when I am afraid to dream I fear the crowd. I cry out loud I sit on the debris of shattered dreams I am afraid to believe or trust. sitting in the room,helplessly heads down on knees. the moment tends to freeze. there are days I am not revolutionary but timid and ordinary stuck and afraid I move away from light to shade I disappear. I dissolve. in my melody melancholy.