The early sounds of dawn.
The twitter of birds and
the sound of Silence too –
as calm and blissful peace they bring.
Fresh jasmine flowers
A walk on wet green grass
The crimson in the sky
with birds flying high
Rain washed trees
with glistening leaves
looking fresh and clean
even under the moon beam.
To watch the pattern created
by the synchronized flying of birds.
To feel the cool light breeze
To feel the wind in my hair
and the touch of the waves that wash my feet
as they sink into the sand.
The smell of new books and old ones too.
That of wet mud drenched by the first rains of monsoon.
That of a new-born babe
all powdered and draped.
The smell of burning incense sticks
that fill the evening air.
Soft slow music when all else is quiet.
The coo and gurgling of an infant
The toothless smile of my ma
The innocence in the eyes of the squirrel
staring at me from a height.
Treading on fallen leaves
that rustle as I step stealthily
To watch the purple sun bird
swinging on the hibiscus branch
with every sway trying to reach
the bright red flower nearby.
To suck its glorious nectar
and then fly away.
While the branch continues to sway
like it were saying good bye.
I love …
Lying on my back on my terrace
and watch the million stars above
Twinkle and shine in harmony
Lighting up what first seemed
A dark and depressing sky.
watching the gliding full moon
on sleepless nights
And then I recollect the lines of a
and hum it to myself
till my eyes are heavy with sleep.
And dreams carry me
to another world
All these and much more.
The list is endless and could cross a crore.
But I am filled with gratitude
that each day I find something new to love
And more that I have the capacity to love.