Sunday

The tranquil afternoon,
In the mild Sun, the eggs lay.
Inside out are definitions of calendars.
Boxers are so much liberating than the pantaloon.

The rays of hopes slowly warms.
The skin interleaving with the curtain shadows.
Iris reacts and the clock starts ticking.
SUN, the 3 letters expresses charms.

Time is not a hurdle if the sun is still shining,
Or if the nimbus is moving slowly,overhead.
Just lying around with soundless whining.
Imagining paradise in that quiet head.

Multi-cultured cuisine is on the table.
An easy and long shower accentuates hunger.
The brunch is more satisfying than an erotic fable.
The weather is far more serene, even thunder.