day-breaking

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a blushful pride — the grey cloak lifting
gently, sweet dreams rising, treated with
sulfur and carbon all night long — PM 2.5
as the air emanates a deathly spell, ghostly-
white with specks of pink-red phlegm on
a boastful sky —

take a whiff of cold and dust, rubbing
irritable, sleep-deprived eyes, and find
the wind-passage to comforts of urban
pleasures and umbral treasures —

waiting, waiting for it to become a time-
turned reality — the morning of this hour,
the cajoling fear of the march —

a numb reckoning for another one to pass,
a chimney-reserved sigh to veil the dark.

.

© Anmol Arora

For Midweek Motif at PU
Image source (A cyclist rides along a street as smog envelops a monument — NDTV)

Winter Morning

the vibratory sounds of the morning,

attuned to the deep breaths of sleeping,

silences the crowd of me in myself,

and tis’ the moment, I hear the life

of those out there, tucked within

their blankets, of wool and velvet,

and those enfolded, in coils of frost,

grey fog, and the bite of winter song

.

Image source

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Music Inspired Haiku: The Day Begins

Krishna with his flute

beckoning the sparrows to

awaken morning

~

sun appears at window

farm-lord rises to music

choir of birds and trees

~

new light of new day

grunting cows and bleating sheep

distant voice calls you

*For Carpe Diem # 267; inspired by Karunesh’s The Day Begins:-

Joy Haiku

curtains put aside

the conscious stirs to wake up

joyous morning rays

~

touch of joy on skin

walking along aimlessly

rhythm of foot steps

* For Carpe Diem # 240.

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