Sunday, May 8, 2011

The mornings.


On one of the days, when confusion sets in, and emotions seem bewildered, the sunlight makes its way through the narrow apertures of the mind. I do not know, if it clears the blankness out or pretends to, but it helps me, by bringing back the smile, that was long gone and forgotten. It's not all good though. It also brings in some extraneous heat, that just increases the wanton feelings, but the warmth brings in some comfort of another level. As the day recedes to the night, the warmth is transfixed, and its only in the mind to miss. The night brings in so much of loneliness and some unrequited passion. The night brings in sadness that cries for the distance, and the thankless love. I do not understand if the night comes in with its shares of uncertainty as well. I just cannot say. Because sometimes, as the night proceeds, and my tears of the unpleasant songs exchanged dry up on the yard they fall on, the morning will always welcome me with a smile. The smile, could be well, a sad or a happy one. But it will be a smile of surety. A smile, confident enough to make its decisions. The morning comes with its share of contentment. The sun rays lift my spirit up, to sometimes, an exalted height. The morning is lovely.



Image: From Google. :)

3 comments:

aakash said...

I dont know if I would agree. Morning for sure are all bright and pleasant, but they have this sense of being temporary. The nights are more stable, they bring in that numbness which comforts, which makes breathing the pain easier. I guess I am nocturnal, so night just suits me. Anyways, loved the description.

aJ

haze said...

the morning is lovely, indeed. i love this.

Nikita said...

morning comes with its share of contentment...lovely...