Romanticizing the little things...

Where the morning sunshine streams through the frosty window, 

Warming me up to another day...

Where lying down on the crisp grass, 

I can almost touch the cottony clouds romancing the earth...

Where flowers let me in on their secret to blossoming with passion, 

With all their heart.. 

Where the sky chides me to echo its blue soul, 

And I throw on an old blue dupatta with little white birds embroidered all over.. 

Where butterflies pause mid-flight, 

Letting me trace my fingers down their delicate, dreamy wings, before they take off again.. 

Where nature sings a forgotten melody, 

Lifting my spirit with its grace... 

Where the evening sky shows me the play of a zillion pensive shades of sunset...

Where starry nights, like magical fireworks, stir desires buried deep.. 

Where the balmy evening breeze, laden with the earthy scent of a thousand trees, 

Effortlessly lulls me back to sleep... 

Where hundreds of fragrant parijaat bloom overnight,

Like another story, another mystical dream.. 

And then... 

I close my eyes, and feel.. 

The sunshine, the sky, the clouds, the parijaat, the breeze, 

All of it, magically, just here..

Just within my reach...

~Amrita