philosophy, poetry

The Glory of Dawn

In city life, though the dawn scenes are filled with the hustle bustle of people and vehicles jostling their way to their respective destinations, yet the charm of nature never seems to fade away.

Every morning, when the roads are starting to fill,

A half awake sun imbues the torpor sky with beams so resplendent,
And arise the avian cohorts of yesterday to hail the arrival of their departed companion.
The hidden flower now shyly unveils its beauty and scent.
And becomes visible the till now¬† uncomprehended boisterous stream’s clarion.
We, humans just mere onlookers of this nature’s spectre,
Walk past those freshly sunbathed roads,
And wonder, indeed this is the glory
of dawn.

dawn : sun : nature

inspiration, philosophy, poetry

Free Soul

I found freedom in,

Dancing to my own music,

And singing my own song,

Unapologetically being myself,

Every single moment,

Even if I falter and break a bone,

Or strain my vocal chords,

I’ll just push myself more,

And expand my existence,

Like this limitless sky above.

I relished every moment,

From the glory of morning-

The fresh fragrant breeze,

That invigorates those weary senses,

The sweet songs of birds,

That make this ambience magical,

The balmy rays of the sun,

That inspires one to go ahead with the day,

Like a fire that lights up everything it touches.


And as the night beckoned,

I simply relaxed imagining,

The majestic mountains,

And the enigmatic sun dance,

The blooming valley,

And the aromatic air,

The soulful sky,

And the calming water,

The morning bird songs,

And the evening starry nights,

All that nature has offered,

Generously to us,

Every single moment.


If ever I felt lonely,

With no one to hear and speak,

I talked to the trees,

These little flowering buds,

The cuckoo and the crow,

Sitting on the porch,

Or my little pet dog.

I went beyond human dependency,

And experienced a connection,

With other lifeforms too.


Days pass in joy,

As I live to the fullest,

Learning and sharing,

Creating and caring.


Again the night arrives,

With a full moon this time,

That gives hope to everyone,

To be child-like and dream,

To love this life and stay adventurous,

To think of the unimaginable,

To talk about the unbelievable,

And,

To never give up in life.


As I fall asleep,

I live an explorer’s life,

Who packs his bags,

And goes on an adventure-

A trek to the mighty Himalayas,

A deep dive in the deep Pacific,

A skydiving thrill in the listless sky of Dubai,

Cycle non stop in tour d’France,

Or run a half marathon in an event,

Somersault like a gymnast in a circus,

Dance and swirl on my toes like a ballet dancer,

And make every moment truly enjoyable,

Sharing a playful vibrant smile,

And a pristine sparkling love wherever I go.

LIFE: FREEDOM: HAPPINESS

poetry

Poetry Podcast- A Humble Existence

This is a poem about a bird who waits for the right ambiance to make love to her lover. A simple rainfall in the evening of a monsoon month of July.

A lover awaits for the union.

The Lines

There she sits in poignance,

On a dainty Gulmohar branch,

As she enjoys the lemony balmy sun,

On a monsoon mid-day of July,

She looks at the powder blue sky above,

And sings a soulful melody,

She waits in a vivid eagerness,

For the Prussian blue evening to arrive.

After a two-hour stay,

She welcomes the soothing breeze,

And the drops of pristine rainwater,

Fall down like a shower of love,

And they drench the earth in entirety,

Every leaf of the Gulmohar tree,

And the coy nightingale too.

And she retires to her nest,

With her mate, her lover,

After a dreamy dance of ecstasy,

Under the tranquil showers of bliss,

Bewitched by this mushy scenery,

They bloom together, into a beautiful unison,

Like soulmates for infinite lifetimes.

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Love: Nature: Lovers