A lone train coos past the station
and a crumpled newspaper crashes into my balcony.
The bucket gets filled rhythmically, drop
by drop,
as pigeons coordinate their evenly spaced
hums.
Silver anklets tinkle when She walks
to her baby crying for warm cuddles.
The milkman smiles under his moustache,
and ‘bullets’ away on sun-dusted streets.
Restless tea boils under a cloud of gingery
steam;
then She
pours it tunefully into steel cups.
Curry leaves sizzle in the oiled pan,
and prayer bells intercept into chants.
Somewhere, a screaming alarm clock is
silenced,
as I hear Him sprinkle water on the holy
Basil.
The vegetable seller’s loud pleas
set against angry barks of the neighbour’s
dog.
As parrots chirrup atop the flame of the
forest
and silk curtains quiver on sunlit breeze,
I listen to this morning raga, now wide
awake.
Absolutely beautiful
ReplyDeleteAWESOME!! :)
ReplyDeleteI am looking forward to enjoying these 'musical notes' very soon!!
~VP
PS. Nice updates to your blog!!