Gray Day ...

Gray Day ...

            The green leaves ...  

The  Pure dews ...

          The tweet of birds ...  

 

          And the gray clouds ...

          The weather was mild and it was quite ...

          This is what I had undergone this morning ..

I was walking along the path , looking around , waiting  for something that can takes me from one place to others. I went to a place where I could get any knowledges, my college ...

When, I arrived it seems that the sun still slept . He slept just like a heavy sleeper ...

Then, the drizzle came and the rain... It has replaced the Sun throne and it had cleaned my gray shoes ..

Gray Day .. Morning Blue ...

Time passed, but it is still bLue ...

Noon , Afternoon,  and it stay bLue ...

Night comes, it remains bLue ...

Blue is bLur and Gray is mysterious ..

Gray Days just like a riddle .. We never knows whether it is going to bright or gray ,

We never knows what will happens next ...

Yesterday has passed , we can’t remember all the things happend yesterday ...

Tomorrow is never clear , we can’t imagine what will happen next

Here we are now and I am trying to reveals what I had felt and happend to me in the Gray Day ...