Sitting on a chair in that balcony
I don't know what she must be thinking
For her too is it just another Sunday morning
Where motivation is zero, silence is killing
Some Sunday mornings come with eerie quiet
Life feels too slow and things not quite right
Dont know these kids in the park feels same
Look surprisingly silent, guess just had fight
These clothes left for drying in a messy way
On that clothesline, just like my thoughts
Mixed up, muddled, chaotic and shabby
So many in number but adding up to naughts
Plants in the pots don't have any flowers in it
Some of them are even lacking leaves too
Some lives also become like that
Nothing to live for waiting for something new
These morning sunrays are the only hope
Trying to pierce through ominous gloom
Coupled with the mild soothing wind blowing
It will bring the light, ushering life to bloom
~TallGuy
YOU ARE READING
A bit of me, a bit of you
PoesiaA bit of me: Just straight from my heart, I think something and write that, set of lines coming in my mind A bit of you: Your soul searching for something, reached here and saw this, a bit of you lived with me while reading a bit of me
