Monday, March 21, 2011

Being human ...

When the Sun paints the sky with a gold hue,
and the dawn is born from darkness’s womb;
the morning stretches nudging the horizon,
and outside,  life begins to undo
all the deaths of  previous night,
somewhere, there, at a distance
 the temple bells echo rhythmically,
beckoning believers.
He opens his eyes, lazily, in no hurry
to scuttle out of bed, a bit belligerent as
his pre morning sloth is
bruised by the  initiation of life;
he observes the enticing curve
 on the bed linen, beside,
the left over of some half hearted love
still lingering on his lips.
In his mind’s eye he visualizes God,
The temple bells ring louder, calling;
he sees the serene,
somewhat sad eyes of HIM,
and moves closer, nestling, next to him.
Later, he will go to God
when he would be seeking happiness
and excuses from ailments and hurts
or ask for some quick remedies
and a short cut.

Oh the everyday demons and
the dignity of divinity! 

image - image through Google search


Hairyman said...

"life begins to undo
all the deaths of previous night"

What an amazing line!

Rose said...

This is totally brilliant! Love the imagery and the message! :)

Pranavam Ravikumar a.k.a. Kochuravi said...

Great thoughts...!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the description of morning unfolding, and the temple bells......lovely.

Judy Roney said...

I love this world you speak of where the whispers fill my soul.

Jingle Poetry said...

love it.
the sunrise imagery is stunning...