The moon is hugely pregnant.. proudly waiting with a pale sheen of pure love.. a mirror to the sun.. a tinge of color rushing in as the sky blushed with the advent of dawn.. the sun yet to show itself.. slowly traversing its royal path.. amidst worshipful obeisances.. gleeful flying.. and dances of joy deep within the soul.. a song.. a painting.. brushed afresh all across our horizon.. and my heart feels ready to burst.. at this beauty that i can only glimpse.. unable to hold.. to touch.. even in words.. this love.. this symphony.. this painting.. drawn by divine hands.. for each living thing on earth.. and i feel so small.. in my world.. in my wishes and wants.. connected to the 'I'.. stretching only as far.. can feel a supreme hush all around.. with birds calling out intermittently.. as if questioning what could keep the sun from coming out.. morning routine seems to be imposing again.. with its hurried dark shades.. but can nature be rushed.. everything moves at its pace.. working incessantly.. for one and all.. finally i can see its footprints.... a silent veiled orb..
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