"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Morning Hour Meditation

In the hours of early morning

When darkness still prevails

I stay cozily in my bed feeling 

The warmth of an old comforter.


Soon the passionate conversation 

With self start to take over.

The bittersweet memories create a 

High-intensity passionate drama.

The active nerves pressuring upon

Forehead seems ready to burst out.


Oh! How hard I try to stop the chattering

Just a little more peaceful rest I need.

Just a little bit of quiet time to meditate!


If I am lucky a mysterious and enticing 

State takes over my waking consciousness 

A part of me roams around the cosmos 

In a world without words, not even it’s silence 

I am aware of......


The spell is broken in a jiffy

Can’t pinpoint the timespan 

But a bit of light streams through the blinds

And the songbird welcomes me 

To the comforts of the sound world,

To the sensation of being alive!


11. 22. 2020

 

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