Standing on the balcony

I saw a canvas with colors of happiness

Amidst the hustle of the busy day

I found the hues of mundaneness.

An old man walking on the street

Wrapping a sea blue shawl

Slowly, as if counting his steps,

Wearing the much awaited sunrays

Peeping through the edge of the clouds

Made him happy with the temporary embrace.

A girl returning from her teacher’s house

Holding the prasad of Saraswati Puja in her hands,

Wearing the blush on her wheaty cheeks,

Oozing with the aura of the sweet sixteen.

Two boys, riding the bike,

passed the road in a blink

As if they wanted to fly their ride

Though they couldn’t do it in the reality,

but definitely did in their dreams.

The sky was preparing for the next shower

The moments of sunrays were gone.

Dark clouds covered it slowly,

Approaching to bath the town with the winter rain.

I was washing the bunch of dhaniya.

Holding a few of them on my palm

I made a green bouquet of dhaniya leaves.

The smell felt rejuvenating,

Like a fresh breath

of recovery and healing.

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(This post is part of the series ‘Solace in the Mundaneness’ where I try to tell stories of the everyday things that capture a special place in my heart and they make me feel privileged to live a simple and ordinary life with contentment and peace. This post is also part of Blogchatter A to Z.)