Sunday Morning

When I see the world with half opened eyes,

When thud of news paper welcomes the sun rays white

I assemble all the energy to get up,

And fall again to feel the same dreamy world of night.

I was flying with you on the silver clouds,

Somebody stole my bike but still we were laughing,

I took your hand and your were whirling around me,

We tripped over a stone and caught raindrops while swinging.

I feel a tinge of tea while my back is on the wall,

My head resting on my hand, asking for more sleep

Light music of “Chasing Cars” pouring slowly in my ears,

I was crooning it to fight the marsh in heart deep.

Half opened door of the cupboard gives me a glimpse,

Of the past year’s golden days,

When we were together in summer and rain,

And today we have chosen different ways.

My eyes are closed again and I dare to open,

I can see the same roof, rock and crossroads

Smile with bright sparkling eyes,

Fading hand saying bye when the tree bows.

If I lay here and forget the world,

If I don’t listen to wake up calls and downstairs' whining,

I will be happy remaining in the same world of

Just few hours before the Sunday morning.

Note : This is for Punni !!!