Morning
sometimes rushes
rushes
in like a guest
like a
stubborn child;
black
and white words
of
price hike, rape, treachery
mixes
in with the dough;
a
bath of hot frothing thoughts;
breakfast
seasoned with doubts;
tea
spills over the wrist watch
while
an outdated puffing black outstretch
carrying
imported and outdated vehicles equally
lies
between you and your destiny;
mornings
are sometimes
uninvited
guests.
Lovely and profound writing Sreeja...each mornings I strive not to rush things but savour the beauty of mornings...and invite them with an open heart n mind!
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ReplyDeleteLoved all the images you used to describe the onslaught of morning. I am not a morning person so totally identify with this.
ReplyDeleteYes. But poems like this, wrapped in the otherwise beautiful morning will add up and make a difference!
ReplyDeleteLoved it. for me Morning 'always' rushes...
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ReplyDeleteNjanethi. kollaam, nalla poem.
Some morning are like these, rushed and full of doubts ~ Still I am clinging to hope & good tidings ~
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This is very vivid. I love the way morning is personified and aspects of the rituals one goes through by way of beginning the day (rushes, frothing thoughts, seasoned with doubts, tea spills) add to the turmoil.
ReplyDeleteYou never know what the morning brings ... loved the imaginations here :-)
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