Sometimes, my plans fall apart before mid-day.
The to-do list and all reminders keep saying,
"What are you doing?" as nothing goes as planned.
Friends' names blink quietly;
screens stay silent when I need a word.
Tasks I set with hope crumble into corners,
and life hands me things that I never asked for.
Yet, each day, I gather what's left
and build a bridge from what I did manage.
Not every morning is a new start;
not every evening brings applause and self-satisfaction.
Somehow, sixty or seventy percent gets done—
not the perfection I dreamed.
But this sixty or seventy percent is just proof
that I'm still trying to do what I planned,
while the world spins its own storm.
-By Raunak