"24 hours of blue and black"

My eyes greet a faded morning
And the same thought reigns my mind,
If today will show a better tomorrow
And help ease my mind..

The morning chores begin with fervour
And 8 am comes too late,
The question of sustenance
Makes me wait and wait...and wait..

The phone bell rings once again
And the 'vivid' story repeats,
Concerns sometimes turn into bothers
So, Its nature I must beat!

A walk down an unpleasant aisle
And there the faces familiarly unknown,
Each with an story to narrate..
Looking for an ancedote to loan..

Competing with what seems like the world
And pleading for a friendly look,
2 minutes, all that is spared for affection
As love ticks like clockwork..

Etching new meanings for old words
And rescuing my faith from turning to dust,
With patience, coffee and deep breaths
The day wanes into a rust..

An evening of anticipation
And a collection of feelings alive,
Slumber with its white and blue dreams
Hesitates to take its drive..

At last the minutes close in
And stars begin playing spies,
My eyes handcuff to the darkness
Hoping to break open to a dazzling sunrise...