Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Early morning

The smell in the air
urges you to hug it
and the inky blue of the sky fades
having spent itself
writing out another day.
The feathered minions 
chirp out a chorus
as the heavenly tent changes hue
goes gold
and then it hits you, in all its flair
the intensity of the magician's voice

'Let there be light'

4 comments:

Chintani said...

Very well-written... reminds me of poems we learnt in school :)
But that still doesn't make early mornings great :)

Soumyajit the gator :) said...

Kobi Kobi vab

Chonder Ovab.

Anonymous said...

Six Months and a Half and you haven't written your heart out all this while.

This blog of yours is waiting for you to honor it with something new.




Yours truly,
A

Umesh Awasthi said...

Very well-written
I loved it from start to end...