Morning Musing

The languid, forlorn morning 

Cloudy skies

 Drizzles

 I offer to You!

 If you will return just that beautiful Shravan twilight 

When we were washed in the glow of the setting sun. 

My eyes search the empty spaces 

Drawing out charcoal ink sketches 

My ears discern the wind playing out 

Soft tunes on the bamboo reed! 

My heart throws open its windows 

To beckon you.

 I’ll let your words adorn the nights 

In the dark, 

they'll blink like fairy lights. 

If only you return just that beautiful Shravan twilight, 

When our silences sent out a quiet prayer. 

This languid, forlorn morning 

Cloudy skies 

Drizzles

 I offer to You!

-SG