Sundays

Sunday is for
bathroom selfies
in the art gallery
dinners made of vegetables
dark stormy clouds
rain drumming rooftops
dance-lit candles
lovers making love
secrets shared in a whisper
noses in used books
cheeks on our favorite pillow
record player crackling
as hot tea steams playfully
all while the thunder rolls
right by us.


One response to “Sundays”

  1. arbind kumar Avatar

    Beautiful lines of yours on Sunday Poetry are enough to praise you and your Poetry as such . Thanks !

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