Friday, July 2, 2010

The Sunrise

Standing on the edge of the continent,
My waist lying beneath the water,
I was all patient in the midst of waves,
For the sun to rise.

The music in the air heightened,
With all the birds announcing his arrival,
In ways inimitable and yet beautiful beyond measure.
The lazy early morning winds caused by the eagerly waiting plants
Carried the music just in time to the horizon to welcome him.

The excitement reached a crecsendo,
As he let out the newborn's wail.
And all heads turned towards him,
Catching a glimpse as he popped out his head.
Beautiful he was though covered in blood.




2 comments:

Vyshu said...

writing the most irrelevant comment ever..

Wondering what pulls me towards your lines always? Our bond? You? or its your lines naturally?

btw, i love sunrise :)

Being Pramoda... said...

:)..:)..

Very pleasant thought, early in the morning..It is as sweet as that of your words..

Have a happy imagination.