How do I call it?

One of those days...they say,
for those moments that linger
in the backyards of the heart...


Much to the dismay
often administer awe and yielding remorse…


Overly emphasized
the perceptions
stood around like a uncouth landlord!


No recourse; unseen reflections
Of the fragile future
Dissuaded by meagre hopes
I walked in my lands
Where no lords existed…


Privileged and prudent
The stroll surrounded by the thorns
Of idiosyncrasies
Self interrogated its validity!

Thoughts… why just for us?
I wondered what the souls unseen
To the kingdom of animals
Would lurk upon…

Why these shades and why questions?
What lasts and what vanishes….?
Negating my optimism,
Wrinkles of time
Dissolved into itself....


My questions embedded
in me
yet as an adversary
Rolled me in and out


Are these vicinities just me?
As I stroll
As I stumble
As I envisage....


How do I call it?