The dawn smiles
deep inside me
in the morning
when I wake up
after the dark night
as if they were waiting for me
the buds tell
a tale of smell
within their
yet to open infant fingers
the morning birds
start singing
when they see me peep
from my window sill
charged with life
they start colouring
with watery shades
its rainy season;
no dews,
but the tiny leaf blades
have stolen pearls
gems of drops
from the icy rains
at night
when we slept
the clouds have slyly clubbed
launched the water ladder
to slip down into the heart of earth
changing forms
the sacred spirits
sinked into the cups of mud
and slowly slept at the heart
desirous of a union so sweet
jumping from their heavenly mansions
stepping throught the rainly apparitions
and smelling into the earthly passions.....
A beautiful concept you have touched, lalitha! It is true that everything we see is nothing but the projection of our inner world. Keep it up, dear.
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Lalitha! You have masterly style to describe the Nature! Your words are like dewdrops on the petals of feelings. Very vivid and nice things you weave in your poems. Vote 10+