Yes, its a beautiful day

On a warm Saturday evening,
When the sun is not yet down
When the leaves babble in the wind
When the Golden Gate glisters across the horizon
When the Bay beams in joy
There's someone, stashed in a cubicle

The sun teases to draw you outside
The leaves cackle in hope for distraction
The Golden Gate glitters but is not gold
The Bay can't wash away the miseries
True happiness lies at the desktop
Or so the mind says

Some day I'll beckon the sun
To set only after I'm done
Some day I'll play with the leaves
They'll complain if I'm gone
Some day the Golden Gate will be
The gate to mirth and solace
Some day the Bay will extend
Beyond the boundaries of insignificant competition

Some day I'll go home
And find them waiting
"You've had a tiring day..
There's dhokla for dinner"
Some day I'll read Harry Potter in bed
And sleep not thinking about the next
Some day I'll wake up to the chirps of the cuckoo
Singing behind the window slide
Some day there will be no dreams to chase
But all the time to cherish
That day I'll wake up and say
"Yes, its a beautiful day"