Lazy Sunday Morning

A lazy sunday morning,

with a coffee mug,

minutes transforming into hours,

while my chair giving me a Sunday hug!

I start pondering about last night,

that materialized from the last day,

which was much better than rest of the week,

But, still went away!

Then, I wonder how much,

I was waiting for this sunday morning,

to slip away in my personal space,

and enjoy my own dreams and living.

My dreams of being a happy,

and successful person,

to achieve something,

previously never done..

A life where life never vanishes,

A life of endless surprises,

cheery ones and just cheery ones,

having joyful people and nearly perfect psyches,

I managed the achievement,

of my random dreams,

but, as far as life is considered,

its still somewhere between..

I get upset and go into retrospection mood,

sitting back in my Sunday chair,

and wondering about last night's affair,

how far it was from my perfect night?

But, then Sunday whispers this

in my ears that life is good,

with imperfections only,

Didn't you like last night,

when I began?

But, then slowly....

That is how life moves,

full of struggles

and little to lose,

Accept it that every Sunday,

follows a Monday,

with a promise of a beautiful Sunday ahead,

while Sunday is beautiful today,

it won't ever last!

Go ahead get life,

it is not bound by your pocket size,

And, to be frank- did you realize,

you were actually enjoying life,

when I met you this morning!

Copyright © 2013 Ankita Kashyap