The Sunday Evening Song

 The weekend's gone

In a verse of a song

No time to find a bridge

Coz all bridges were burnt

I sit and stare

At my phone, and its glare...

In a darkened room

A mellow sense of doom

This life is not

What I had thought

I would get 

When I was 17

And my eyes had gleam

Now they are mostly wet...

But before we get all melancholy

Let me tell you, there is hope still...

But the dreams are different now

Peace and wisdom... Do take a bow.

Living like the solitary moon

Reflecting what shines on me

Every night I claim it my own

But say goodbye, by the time of dawn...

But tell if you see me

Do I make you smile?

If I do, I will take the win

And walk another mile...