The Sun is shining bright,
The grey clouds have cleared,
And I lay here,
Lost in my thoughts,
Without any fear.

A cup of hot coffee,
Lies on the bedside table.
My books have been scattered,
Carelessly along with my cables.

The wind chime hanging,
By the window,
Is now freely dancing,
As if in a meadow.

My favourite rom-com,
Is all set to be on
The book in my hand,
Is waiting for,
It’s pages to be flipped thereon.

The audio on the speaker,
Waves off its tunes,
Soft and calm.
The serenity of the atmosphere,
Beams out loud.

The birds are chirping,
Cheering each other out there.
The clouds play hide and seek,
And leave the sun,
Dimming and lighting lazily everywhere.

The messed up hair,
The cluttered bed,
The disheveled clothes,
And a sloppy me;

Add up to a perfect Sunday,
With a peaceful soul,
And a piled-up list,
For the up-coming weekday.