A Beautiful day!!!

For the first time at Ahmedabad , I was awake to welcome the first ray that broke into my room ,,,,so resplendent,,,,,, bright but not intense,,,, warm but not scorching,,,,
The bluish, reddish sky , the scent of dawn , the morning calls of birds,,,, the heavenly message effusing out of every being , animate or inanimate…..
The world asleep around me, many perhaps just a wee bit before,,,, the silence encompassing me,,,,,
Something drew me to move out and feel it, my feet guided me on their own accord,,,
The outside world was thousand times enchanting than from that little nook assigned to me ,,,,,,
And then this beautiful morn inadvertently took me back to several such breathtaking morns witnessed earlier,,,
Is it different from them???? Is the feel similar,,,,
Yes,, its different,,,, very very different,,,,,
The morn here is mystical, the voices soothing but unknown, giving pleasure but not faith,,,,,
The earlier morns had mundane but familiar sounds , ones you could relate to,,, ones that personified faith and love and care even when generated unconsciously,,,,,
The world earlier was viewed by a mortal, someone tied down to things,, every bit of sky seemed your own,,,,
But here you can’t claim, its just to witness and seek momentary pleasure,,,,

But whatever it might be,,,, I feel happy after so long,,,
This Sunday morn, I’ve seen the other side of this city,,,, so aesthetic , so serene,,,,
And I look forward to spend this beautiful day!!!!!

The River,,,

The silent river; tranquil,, serene,,, unperturbed by the ambience, unperturbed by the fact that someone sits on its side; as serene, as quiet, as calm as its own self but embroiled in her own quandary, her own thoughts, her own anguish,,,,
Someone like its own surface; seemingly steady and placid ,,,but so vulnerable to turbulence,,,, one little pebble: and this silence is broken, this order, this acceptance of familiarity, of steadiness,,,, all of it is lost,,,

This little undulation transforms into a giant wave, carrying away with it all the serenity, all the calm,,, leaving behind a turmoiled existence,,,,,
A miniscule mentation, infracting the peace, the joy, the happiness,,,,
A placid life encumbered by desires, agonies, expectations;

All that now remains is to curb the wave, to curb her desires, to remain in this real realm,,,,
The realm of Reality, of Truth, of Accepting things as they come,,, of accepting joys,,, of accepting pains,,, of accepting neglect,,,,, of accepting denials ,,, of accepting acceptances
Designing itself to resist this pebble, the pain inflicted by it, breaking free of the control that it has , the thoughts, this pain, those fragments of words,,,,
Attaining its own serene , unperturbed , unscathed self once again,,,,
And For other souls to sit beside it and yet again envy - its placidity, its calm, its endurance

I wait !!!!

Walking on red bricks,
With chrysanthemums around…
Deprived of its covers…
The empty walls that lie around,,,
The hanging curtains, soiled and bemired,,
The frenzy and revelry that is somewhere lost,,,

The moron rooms that had turned so gay,,,
And the night long renditions that made there way,,,
The numerous bonds that were formed,,,,
But the occasional rifts that also went round,,

But they now stand, waiting to witness,,,
The smearing of colors and the midnight bashes,,,
Like the spring leaf, we had blossomed around,,
But autumn’s tyranny has no bound,,,

We’re back to that old moron world,,
Deprived of colors, joy and fun,,,,
But what we cherish, will forever stay,,
The lifelong bonds and friendships we made,,,

Walking on red bricks, I wait to witness,,,
More such days of blissful senses,,
More such hours of carefree oblivion,,
More such moments, worth eternal treasures.