It starts with an end to all bliss,
Peaceful slumber brought to an inevitable standstill …
and in its wake, the vestige
of a sweet craving to slumber on lies.
I get an uncanny strength of mind
to battle these - my leaden eyes.
Maybe 'tis the golden beam
streaming into the room,
Or the "something" about this dewy dawn
that from distant far does loom.
It's likely that's what made me jump
And be up and 'bout in a thrice.
A forlorn insomniac bearing the curse called "life"
would not have thought it wise.
(Outside) …
The night-long woven celestial pallor
that the paled moon did weave withal,
did move away like venom in vortex
and let the sanguine crimson - as a curtain - fall.
I take a detour through the garden -
a gleaming expanse of a green beauty
in the morrow sun - then to the field.
I glance up and at the East I gaze -
the privileged horizon beholding the sunrise foremost as always -
and I the privileged another who gets to see
an unimpeded sweep of the horizon around him.
I am afforded the view of our house
amidst an open rolling field.
I drift off into a surreal chasm
since to it I did yield.
Quite insensible was I
to the now-scorching rays of the sun …
Boundless was the freedom I enjoyed
in savouring these moments of fun.
Captivating, spell-binding, mesmerising was thus my tryst with nature …
I turn … and I leave for home …
Where shalt thou find a parallel to this bewitching eyeful?
