For the last few days, I could not go to beach and see the Sun rise. The hard-won discipline and wisdom to go for a walk in the early morning got derailed as some sluggishness and uneasiness had set in. I know I should not allow this kind of laziness. Let me hope that I will make walking as a habitual exercise.
Watching the Sun rise,
Everyday,
In all its glory and pleasant fury
Especially against the backdrop
Of a lovely sea,
Is a great privilege and a
Rare chance.
The pity is many who
Are busy in walking,
And also chatting while walking
Hardly have any serious
Inclination to pause a little
And stand and stare at
The red orange popping out
Daily on the horizon of sea.
The other day,
When I saw,
The sun was fully hidden,
Under the clouds, not much black
On that day,
The clouds resembled like Western Ghats,
A series of hills, neatly arranged
The top layer being illuminated
By the white silvery light
And at a distance,
A temple like appearance
Of the same family of clouds
Also clothed by light,
Were visible more majestically.
Suddenly the sun came out,
As if being poured out
This time by a fierce animal,
As the clouds have changed
Shape from that of mountain.
Just imagine the sun
Being pushed out by
A strange, violent animal
Which cannot be fully described.
Today, a small reddish sun
Was just emerging out of the sea
It was very very small
Just like a big dot,
Kumgumam Pottu,a sticker on the forehead
On a beautiful black girl
But suddenly the young sun?
Got dissolved into the sea.
How a rising sun could
Go down into sea and disappear.
It appeared so,
With all magic of the cloud.
Was it the death of the sun /
After a pause,
It again resurfaced,
But only to disappear
Into thick clouds, again
My eyes could not track the sun
Thereafter and lost sight of it.
God paints like an artist.
The reddish sky, with many
Layers of clouds, weaved through
Infinite color and texture
It is a pointer that the sun is always
On the move and would
Arrive at any time,
Subject to, the shape and scope
Of clouds density, texture and color.
A clear orange red sun,
Emerging effortlessly upward
Without any intervention by cloud,
I saw one day, not
On the beach road,
But on a road marching
Towards sea shore.
That was really wonderful,
As the big round sun
Was clearly visible
The green trees on busy street
Serving as backdrop,
This time. (19.4.2010)
Watching the Sun rise,
Everyday,
In all its glory and pleasant fury
Especially against the backdrop
Of a lovely sea,
Is a great privilege and a
Rare chance.
The pity is many who
Are busy in walking,
And also chatting while walking
Hardly have any serious
Inclination to pause a little
And stand and stare at
The red orange popping out
Daily on the horizon of sea.
The other day,
When I saw,
The sun was fully hidden,
Under the clouds, not much black
On that day,
The clouds resembled like Western Ghats,
A series of hills, neatly arranged
The top layer being illuminated
By the white silvery light
And at a distance,
A temple like appearance
Of the same family of clouds
Also clothed by light,
Were visible more majestically.
Suddenly the sun came out,
As if being poured out
This time by a fierce animal,
As the clouds have changed
Shape from that of mountain.
Just imagine the sun
Being pushed out by
A strange, violent animal
Which cannot be fully described.
Today, a small reddish sun
Was just emerging out of the sea
It was very very small
Just like a big dot,
Kumgumam Pottu,a sticker on the forehead
On a beautiful black girl
But suddenly the young sun?
Got dissolved into the sea.
How a rising sun could
Go down into sea and disappear.
It appeared so,
With all magic of the cloud.
Was it the death of the sun /
After a pause,
It again resurfaced,
But only to disappear
Into thick clouds, again
My eyes could not track the sun
Thereafter and lost sight of it.
God paints like an artist.
The reddish sky, with many
Layers of clouds, weaved through
Infinite color and texture
It is a pointer that the sun is always
On the move and would
Arrive at any time,
Subject to, the shape and scope
Of clouds density, texture and color.
A clear orange red sun,
Emerging effortlessly upward
Without any intervention by cloud,
I saw one day, not
On the beach road,
But on a road marching
Towards sea shore.
That was really wonderful,
As the big round sun
Was clearly visible
The green trees on busy street
Serving as backdrop,
This time. (19.4.2010)
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