There are days some are like pink, some are like blues. There are days with glittering shines, with ominous shadows. On some days sunshine peeps into room While on other It's filled with hell darkness On some days gentle breeze touch my soul like a music On other days it crush me hard like a stone Some days passes smooth like flow of holy river While some are hard to sail through. I think it is one such day which seems like passing silently But inside me is crying loud in separation of my beloved. - Shalini Pandey