Thursday, May 6, 2010

This Bliss …


The dawn peeping through thin glass pane
Spreading mist, on my blue bed sheet

Awake
Alive

Stepping into the room
To watch my son smile in his dream

The morning tea
The white porcelain pot
Steam rising from the snout
The fragrance, the warmth

The shower gel
Strawberry and honey

Hot croissant, golden butter
Eating jam from a warm palm

The whiff of cologne
Musk and lemon

The rain, silver baubles on the patio
The breeze, carrying scent of earth

A walker singing in the rain
Jingle of bicycle bells

Lazy smile above the newspaper
A slow, sensuous, promise
Bliss.

6 comments:

Elisabeth said...

It sounds like a wonderful life, Nazia. Oh that it could be like this all the time.

Nazia Mallick said...

So true, Elisabeth

I believe, bliss could be found in the ordinary.

Thanks.

Pallav said...

Ahh Bliss!

Nazia Mallick said...

Thanks Pallav.

Basque-Land said...

I love the "silver baubles", well the whole thing. What a lovely morning, I can just feel it. Poetry paints with words.

Nazia Mallick said...

The morning I get up to see rain falling outside is always the most beautiful one for me.

Thanks for your appreciation.