With the morning came the message,
I opened the courier
It was not there
I thought it would be in the phone
Looked for it
It was not there either...
Did i delete it
I thought..
But no, i did not..
I was aweful when i thought it did not come at all or got lost somewhere...
Then the Sun came up slowly
Like a ball that is being pulled by some children standing upon the terrace...
It came languidly, unwillingly
Feeling sleepy still,
Pushing the buildings and the wires and the steel rods
It smiled looking at me in an awkward fashion...
Tea perhaps, i asked pleasantly.
The rose opened its royal pink curtains and told me to come in. If it were not a flower i would have scared of it. So mysterious so soft all of a sudden a beautiful change - last night green n closed now vibrant pink and opened. No need.
No signature
No claim.
What's your purpose? I thought.
Is it that you exhibit beauty as a front and your aim is to collect data and send it to some distant universe?
'It is so delicate here", i mumbled ...'can i take some pictures,'
Yes, please, it smiled, flashing fresh shades of colour and i inhaled its soul,
A faint sweet scent enveloped me and touched my core.
It may shelter an alien spirit but it is a friend.
The pigeons came
As i droped grains for them
Not many today
Yeaterday there so many
I had a feeling i am feeding the whole world
They come flying from simewhere
There eyes so strong to see me from a diatant sat upon the terrace...
Plucked the food sincerely
Not a single one is left
Made noise
moved round and round and round and round...
As if they want to tell me something but are nervous...
So nervous...
Now they sat upon the railings, in a queer arrangement, looking at me haltingly giving me shy stares,
I said - 'show me the pattern!'
They fly to the front building and sat there...
They are showing me something
I could not understand and the show-makers fly away feeling embarrassed.
Few of them remained sitting nearby me as if to give me the solace
The show is not over yet
More are to come
Just wait, please.
I looked at the Sun
-'and what do you say, dear...
It did not interact at all.
It had gone beyond the clouds...
Very small clouds had hold him in tight embrace!
"Oh, after i long dark night, you are there!"
I opened the courier
It was not there
I thought it would be in the phone
Looked for it
It was not there either...
Did i delete it
I thought..
But no, i did not..
I was aweful when i thought it did not come at all or got lost somewhere...
Then the Sun came up slowly
Like a ball that is being pulled by some children standing upon the terrace...
It came languidly, unwillingly
Feeling sleepy still,
Pushing the buildings and the wires and the steel rods
It smiled looking at me in an awkward fashion...
Tea perhaps, i asked pleasantly.
The rose opened its royal pink curtains and told me to come in. If it were not a flower i would have scared of it. So mysterious so soft all of a sudden a beautiful change - last night green n closed now vibrant pink and opened. No need.
No signature
No claim.
What's your purpose? I thought.
Is it that you exhibit beauty as a front and your aim is to collect data and send it to some distant universe?
'It is so delicate here", i mumbled ...'can i take some pictures,'
Yes, please, it smiled, flashing fresh shades of colour and i inhaled its soul,
A faint sweet scent enveloped me and touched my core.
It may shelter an alien spirit but it is a friend.
The pigeons came
As i droped grains for them
Not many today
Yeaterday there so many
I had a feeling i am feeding the whole world
They come flying from simewhere
There eyes so strong to see me from a diatant sat upon the terrace...
Plucked the food sincerely
Not a single one is left
Made noise
moved round and round and round and round...
As if they want to tell me something but are nervous...
So nervous...
Now they sat upon the railings, in a queer arrangement, looking at me haltingly giving me shy stares,
I said - 'show me the pattern!'
They fly to the front building and sat there...
They are showing me something
I could not understand and the show-makers fly away feeling embarrassed.
Few of them remained sitting nearby me as if to give me the solace
The show is not over yet
More are to come
Just wait, please.
I looked at the Sun
-'and what do you say, dear...
It did not interact at all.
It had gone beyond the clouds...
Very small clouds had hold him in tight embrace!
"Oh, after i long dark night, you are there!"
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