Hidden beneath a pile of laundry, a soiled secret
sunk under a sink full of dirty dishes, a sodden regret
pinned between the grocery lists, some guilt
swept away by the mop and the broom, a bucketful of unfulfilled wishes
sucked in by a vacuum cleaner, all enthusiasm
held down by a pile of files, weighty questions
drowned by different voices, creating cacophony
skulking behind the laptop like a scolded child
sulking underneath the smartphone, a lone desire
lost in the amazon forest of eking a living
life is bruised, battered and bypassed on weekdays;
days that are chockablock with the art of surviving
and then…
a night of languid rediscovery
unrestrained giggles, tousled heads,
teenage tangle of lanky limbs on my bed
brighten my late, lazy morning
as I follow a flitting butterfly,
trace the delicate veins of fallen leaves
inhale deeply the fresh smell of grass
and listen to an old forgotten melody
I feel life unhurriedly seeping back into me
I finally come alive on Sundays
to tackle the days that follow.
Wonderful expressions.
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Thanks dear!
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Hahaha.. To tackle the days that follow.. Perfectly described.. Each and everyday, the other days must be feeling so ‘julius’ of the Sundays.. ππ.. Awesome one Punam, as ever.. πππΌππΌππΌ
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ππ So they are…so jealous!!
Thanks a lot, dear! π€β€οΈβ€οΈ
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No thanks.. Enjoyed it so much.. I thank you.. ππ€ππ
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WOW-Good, every line perfection, and I love the positive ending.
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Love that ‘WOW’!! Thank you so much!
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Haha, happy to award WOW’s π
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I feel the lightness and deliciousness of the moment you are able to experience on a Sunday, after all the cares and responsibilities (and associated feelings) are done and dusted for the week. It is truly a poem of two parts and in the second I really felt like the weight was lifted off your shoulders. Fantastic!! β€οΈβ€οΈ
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I was attempting a feeling of lightness after describing the drudgery of existence and I am glad that came through. Thank you so much, Rachel. β€οΈβ€οΈ
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It certainly did. I related!! β€οΈβ€οΈ
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What a fantastic contrast here Punam, wrapped in wonderful imagery. I love that phrase βthe art of survivingβ. Just another wonderful poem
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Thank you so much, Lorraine! I am so glad you enjoyed it. β€οΈ
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Hahaha you just perfectly descbribed motherhood at its finest Punam..
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Thank you so much, Mich. πβ€οΈ
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I love this, Punam. What a talented poet you are.
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Thank you so much, Tracy. I am so glad you enjoyed this. β€οΈ
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Damn. So good.
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Thanks Bojana.
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what a wonderful ode to the Sundays, so relatable! and yet the Monday is never far away taking us back to the start of the poem
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Monday is around the corner always, thus lending Sunday the allurement!! π
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Perfect π … I just wish if it could be tad bit longer than other days …..it just seems to come and go before I know π
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Agree, agree…wholeheartedly agree!! πβ€οΈ
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Thank you so much, dear! π
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My pleasure π
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So very relatable….Sunday has to be everyone’s favourite! Good one Punam!
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Absolutely Radhika! Thanks a lot.
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daily drudgery and sunday family fun so well described sis … you have talent!
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And you are so supportive sis! Thank you. π
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you’re most welcome, easy to be supportive with the gifted π
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Sundays are for taking a deep breath and a recharge of the battery. Then, back at the stressful week.
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Absolutely! Hope your Sunday was restful, Andrew.
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It was wonderful. Very restful.
Actually spent the day forgetting the blog and my writing porjects. Spent it sightseeing.
Thank you.
Have a wonderful week. Stay inspired.
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I have been doing that too…taking a break from blogging on weekends. You are welcome. Thank you. You too have a wonderful week.
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It’s all a process of life, death, rebirth and renewal. This is wonderful.
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Thank you so much, Linda.
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My weekends are your poem thoughπ€¦π
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ππ Life is like that!
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πyes
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respite or sabbath, whatever its called it is so necessary for life to seep back in π
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So it is! π
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