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Sunday Depression

Friday is so bright, spreads cheer and smiles,
I go home smiling wide, and plan the weekend’s aisle.

Two days off from work, seems a heavenly bliss,
No computer and emails, no ‘yes sir’, no deadlines miss!

The sleep that day is peaceful, I see gardens in my dreams,
And Saturday I enjoy, almost in my jeans.

Go out, party, eat the snacks, and meet all my peers,
‘Coz soon the day would get over, and Monday would come near.

Saturday night my sleep is disturbed, I see horrible nightmares,
My system crashes, boss thrashes, and says, “How you dare!”

Sunday morning I get wacky, stare clock all the time,
My voice gets almost choked, and I start talking in mime.

Evening gives me shivers, Oh its Monday coming again!
All that work and emails, just make me go insane!

Why comes Monday, why do we go to work?
No more fun and music, and just work like a clerk?

Monday morning gives me blues, I moan in the dawn,
Say ‘Good Morning’ to colleagues, though my mouth yawns!

Comments

  1. Quite true...same happens with me every time

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  2. Right said Vibha...each and every word of the post resembles my feelings during weekends...

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  3. Sunday depression..Why comes Monday...
    रविवार अवसाद .. क्यों आता सोमवार ...
    I totaly agree with you.
    If you work or go to school, weekends are, for the most part, the only time you can use escapism to, well, escape from depression.
    100 % agree.

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  4. Wow!! Very beautifully expressed the true feelings during weekends and on monday morning (yawn yawn!!)... I love it so much dat im linking it to my blog. I hope you wont mind... :-) Thanks!!

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  5. I could relate with u entirely :D though I believe expression can be improved here :)

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  6. A nice one Vibha :) It happen with everybody :( And see 2morrow is "Monday" huhuhuhu :(

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