special mornings

The eyes caught my attention

As I looked more intently

The sparkle in the eyes

The moustache and the beard

And a smile flowered on the face

There is something to it

That it spreads magic

And I asked myself this question

Why did I hate it at some point

Why it never felt perfect

And today, even the scars 

Just add the right touch

Why does the mirror reflect joy today

When before

All it reflected was sorrow

May be,

First the heart blooms

And then the smile

thanks for the smile

Sitting in the balcony

The calm pool of water

A pleasant morning

Fresh mind

And body

The stillness of nature

It's freshness

And colours

There was an urge to contemplate

On what I was seeing

I chose to experience it

Simply

The trees started swaying

Every tree joined it

Some birds were flapping their wings

And one bird was singing 

Very melodiously

And me trying to count

How many times does the bird sing

The same sequence of notes

Suddenly, it was like a performance by nature

With singing and swaying

So many trees and plants 

With different colours and different dimensions

A heavenly performance I must say

I too felt like joining in with my guitar

Can I understand the rhythm of this 

I was not very confident

May be good guitarists have this ability

To join the mood and play along

May be

Like surfers on the waves

And I felt like breathing deeply

This desire to breathe deeply was a spontaneous one

And not the forced meditation techniques of breathing deeply

I must say

A good morning