Sundays are for the things you love.
For a dip within yourself.
For the memories that made you
And specially the ones that moulded you.
Sundays are for you
To love yourself, unwind yourself
To scatter the pieces of you
Sundays are for the pajamas,
Messy hair, bad breath,
For strewing things around
To not care what people think.
Sundays are for you to go back
To your childhood,
Eat, say and do what you please,
Throw a tantrum when they say no.
As Sundays fade,
And you replace that chipped nail paint
With a bright shade, perfect coats,
Remember how it felt to be imperfect.
Look around at the perfect clothes
High heels, groomed beards
And realize they had their Sundays too
They have their masks on too. .
Sundays are for yourself
Every other day must be too. .
Lovely poem, every day atleast some time shudbe kept especially for ourselves
Thank you so much 🙂
What a lovely post, I enjoyed it and the thoughts you inspired. Well written post
Love it 🙂
Loved this poem.. How true and sweet and thoughtful…
Sundays are precious…
Today being one…
Thank you. I so agree 🙂
Inspiring poem…I truly wish that someday we get rid of the fake world..