Thursday, May 15, 2008

Witness

The grace of the morning sun
Waits with unhurried patience
Behind the closed door, wall and curtain
Lets my cozy privacy with reverance.

As I leaves through the portal
To address the daily chores
Much to this ignorant mortal
Energises the entire house

It happens now abound
The spring of infinite joy
I is nowhere around
The presence is quite wary


After a mundane day at work
I returns to the empty house
The lights are on
But the grace is already gone

3 comments:

Usha said...

Ode to the sun-a? nice one, and more importantly welcome back!!

Ajay said...

main kahaan hoon?

APAM NAPAT said...

Usha,
Thanks.
Ajay,
tum nahin ho. Ellam mana bbrandhi