Serenity never felt so good
This fine Sunday evening
On the dusty terrace
Lighting up a minty smoke
Listening to some mellow tunes
With wind teasing my hair
And watching the sunset sky slowly become one with the inky after hours
All alone
No hustle of the daily grind
No bustle of unknown faces
Mind finally at ease
A content sigh on my lips
I gave so much to people
I forgot to take for myself
A little piece of sanity
A moment of alone time
Tomorrow, the day will start with blues
Tomorrow, I will chase the deadlines
But this instant is untainted
These picturesque glances are all mine.
VishJar's Musings 