Its not just a Day

Its in everyday that the story unfolds
its not just one fine day that fairy appears
n the princess coincidentally roaming in the garden nearby
catches the glance, n is blessed manifolds
to a life of happiness ever after
its all but true, when in real-the story persists
as a continuos struggle, almost like a dream
n when we turn back it seems impossible that few years back
we rushed away from the idea of this passage
today too-though settled in question,
as many other issues linger overhead
day to day eat  n chat n roam n conform
of god -who knows from where such complexity comes
so many people, so many events ,
so many opinions n then confusion
ahaa - I laugh at the fuss around
I linger a bit longer on doubts
yet it never ceases to surprise
how life, turns, upturns,surprises n evolves
when in a day -its nothing at all
just a little one out of stream of variations
Like a futile idea - gripping you for hours,
like a vague thought plaguing your conscience
Ahaa futile bakar n murmur -eating away the time
yet when I turn back -life is not the same
even in this month or one before- has invariably evolved
with a new dimension ......n I love n marvel at the present form
who knows what change next few days will bring
this hour too is so silly n random
mostly its nothingness -what r u upto ?
nothing.wassup - oh man told ya nothing!!!
what do you expect ?? huuh ...........
yet the little giggle at random , hours n days back-
 gives me a fond smile ..........
I wanna dream, wanna act , wanna run wanna play
ah u life n ur happenings.........
as if I not even need to do anything
it just happens, its all happenings ..........
not exactly by divine intervention
or divine design - yet somehow
as a random event in accordance with some trajectory called life