Qualia

Dawn breaks--

Into the emerald-kissed lake...

Swaying to the summer madness...

Trying to find out a secret!

Secret of the delicious berries,

that are ripening across the border

Who’s prayers are answered?

The doves are asking each other!

The lyrical verses of the poem—

That HE writes on a night lit with stars…

I on the other hand..

See the day transcending.

The fond memory,

of that somebody ..

that a song brought to me!

I close my eyes and hear him..
His hush in my ears…

He opening his mouth

To exchange the un-exchanged words---

Opening my eyes..

I wake up to another day..

Imagine….

I was Imagining this setup..

Of words…

people..

white doves..
In my otherwise black life!