Dawn
Early mornings are lovely mornings,
when the sky is still so grey.
The night doesn't want to lose its hold,
but the sun wants his way.
The air is cool, the chirping sweet,
and there is moisture on my bare feet
as I walk through the grass to my home...my home - the temple of love and joy.
Early mornings are lonely mornings
and the sky is Oh! So gray!!
May the night never lose its hold,
and may it never be day.
There's eerie silence, and the air is still
as the oil lamp flickers on the window sill,
and I lie on the grass in front of my house...my house - the altar of melancholy.
posted by Viky @ 2:28 PM
4 Comments:
Why such sadness? :(
Nostalgia. You walk into a room which was once yours. You see the blank walls, once adorned by your posters, timetables, reminders, cards which loving friends gave you.
The window, where you spent so many hours in solitude. The sill where you kept your tea, and forgot all about it.
Suddenly, you see everything in its place. The table is still having its drawer open, the pen is still lying there uncapped, a lone post-it note threatens to lose its grip and fall down, and you instinctively reach out to fasten it, only to realise the anachronistic futility of your action.
Those were different days. These are different ones. And the transition is not without heartbreaks, right?
Woowwww Viky, you have a way with words. This comment itself is post-worthy.
Thanku !!
Sadness often comes with extended baggage. :D
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