Song of Ecstacy

A cup of tea steaming nearby
The early sun touching the still drowsy eyes
And the wet feet, with the caressing arms of warmth,
Chirping birds..everywhere...
Their attempt to stage the sweet chorus,
The silent, standby greenery, not speaking a word
-an ancient companion,
All stimulates the sleeping spirit to wake up n smile
Who can stop the ecstasy,
Once the soul knows how to sing.

Cohesive Spirits

The water body
Singing through continuous ripples
Standing nearby
The mountain listens to it silently..
Ancient stretch of sand mumurs
As the unseen hand of air touches it.

This vast scenario-
Though have different names,
Is a 'communion of spirits'
Who listen to each other
Talks to each other
Through light
And in darkness,
Are always in 'cohesion'