Sunday

The pressure cooker blows its whistle
Breaking silence of a quiet day alone
Lazy weekend best woken post noon
In a messy room which feels so home

Away from the piling office workload
Few moments of bliss to be on my own
Free from a world of disappointments
Cooking a mushy meal to barely suffice 

The cooker off the flame hisses quietly
Open window displays a tireless road
The afternoon evokes such bliss within
I wish this time could stretch evermore