A day into a lonely island
Where no one is around,
A morning bath in radiance of sunlight,
Where no one just shadow is to be found;
Waking up lazily
Wearing makeup of a smile,
Absorbed in nothing,
Just the inner light for a while;
Playing with the shadows,
And reminiscing the good old days,
In the company of endless waves;
No cell phone,
No camera for photo- shoots,
And no laptop which intrudes;
A silent time on a lonely island,
No voices on the exterior,
Just some attention to the interior;
Listening to the music in the air that flows,
Grasses dancing in the rhythm that bestows;
Birds are a company for now,
Seeing their attempts at fly,
Makes me feel childlike somehow;
Flowers shedding
The night robe of dew
drops,
Dressing beautifully
In the brilliant shades of sun kissed cloths;
Butterflies teasing the flowers
And soaking in their colors,
I notice their small world,
And their mischievous maneuvers;
At the innocence of nature I peer,
And feel enchanted and cheer;
Reminding myself,
The smallest pleasures in the world
Come for free,
And are not dear;
Lying under the shadow of trees,
To enjoy the breeze;
Wondering at the language of nature,
I put down my pen on paper;
Walking, sitting and lying down,
Counting the waves,
And not bogged down by the rains;
Following the clouds
Pondering over the secrets they shroud;
To be alone on this island,
Bestows on my soul the gift of bliss and solace,
That’s so hard to find in the mainland…….