Morning Symphonies

The Morning Symphony 1

On quiet mornings before the sun swallows darkness,

Up are the mynas, the koels, the pigeons and the babblers,

Singing songs of joyous greetings for the soundless riser,

The silence between the cacophony fills up the air

With expectation and hope, of sustenance and tomorrow.

I too rise with bright eager eyes and thoughtless prayer,

And He rises, with me and in me, over the blue horizon

As we rise together in unison, the world ours to embrace,

In me, his light lives to survive the darkness of  nights;

Red blackness of emotions that turn green and grey.

He sets off a vibration that resonates and amplifies,

In cells and it's electrons, and all spaces in between,

Bells and chants and fragrances, lamps that light up,

In the silent quiet morning air silence settles in silence,

Stillness and animation in each reverberation.

The Morning Symphony 2

On quiet mornings before the sun swallows darkness,

Up are the mynas, the koels, the pigeons  and the babblers,

Singing songs of joyous greetings for the soundless riser,

The silence between the cacophony fills up the air

With expectation and hope, of sustenance and tomorrow.

Blaring microphones of the church, temple and mosque,

Shatter the quiet, scatter the birds drowning their greetings,

In the cacophony of praises, pledges and pleadings, 

A reminder of sins and of hopes and desires unfulfilled,

A reminder to renew your password to the heavens.

It sets off a vibration that resonates and amplifies,

In cells and it's electrons, and all spaces in between,

Bells and chants and fragrances, lamps that light up,

In the noisy edgy morning air, unsettling anxiety pinches

Every nerve-ending animated with the reverberation.

October 2015
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