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