Again and Again

Waking up from a disturbed night's sleep..

I feel so low in spirits...

What's the point of doing it all...

Again and again...

The same routine cooking...

The same eating schedule...

The same cleaning stuff..

Like you're caught

In a relentlessly moving circle...

You can't get out..

You can't stop . .

You just have to move at its pace

Relentlessly, again and again...

I forced myself up...

Dragged my legs to the balcony...

The rising Sun has started painting...

Canvas held in the easel of eastern horizon..

Myriad hues in his palette..

An exquisite painting is unfolding !!

What a marvellous artist he is!!!

As I stand there admiring his work...

The plants in my garden are busy..

Their leaves glowing in the morning rays.. 

Drawing energy from the Sun...

To start their routine cooking.. 

Tiny buds are  opening their soft eyelids.. 

To watch the spectre of the stellar artist .. 

To listen to the songs of bees...

To dance in the breeze...

To bathe in the spray of water...

Then I realise...

What a blessing it is to stay alive...

To watch the Sun, flowers, birds and bees..

What a wonderful teacher nature is!!!

And what a wonderful healer she is!!!

I realise, one only needs...

Some colourful strokes here and there...

A mild fragrance spreading in the air...

A melodious tune...

To keep with the pace of the cycle of life..

And to enjoy the ride....

Day by day...

Again and again...

Preetha Raj