The Morning and Myself

The Morning and Myself

The Morning is His favorite child,
Magical to bring back
Life into action,
And gives me a reason to start
With all my hopes alive.

The dawn beats the darkness
With a single white ray,
As my heart kills any inside devil
With a pure thought
On my morning walk way.

In the presence of the Morning
Becomes clear and calm
Even the violent black sea,
My eyes adores His manifested creation
He has started filling colors again
Now I can see.

Dewdrops star on leaves
Clean breeze flows free,
Birds dance in the flock
And trees go on a swinging spree,
Just the expression is different
Actually Nature is smiling with me.

With the rising Morning
I Feel the warmth
The Sun reduces cold,
The evil thoughts are dead
Inside resides me again
My cleansed soul.

And in its freshness
Silence prevails
The peace transcends beyond,
My heart and mind are in sync
And I feel with myself
The supreme bond.

– Ayush

One of my friends just asked me to put my name with the poem, else few might wonder that the poem is copied. I took this as a huge compliment and here goes my name with the poem ;-) So, people this poem is whole and sole my creation and its copyrights stay with me!

My another morning

Sun rises, gifting light
Birds fly, chirping fresh
Dogs stray, but howling stop
Oldies smile, stepping in park
Children ready, waiting for bus
Mothers stand, holding the bag
Morning back, bringing new life
I enter room, rubbing eyes
Tiring body, dead on my bed,
After a long night!