Morning

Morning rises

to meet its Creator

shining forth

with all its radiant beauty

it ascends to the skies

a dazzling angel

haloed in heavenly light

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Nothing But Wind – Singing Self – Composed by Maestro Ilayaraja

2012

My Muse

my muse

can hardly raise her heavily burdened head

chiding herself for not inspiring something all anew

there is only so much sorrow

to darken the day with

there is only so much joy to wet and wash it away with

and though sometimes

she paints a familiar theme

an oft defining scene

i am if anything a canvas

full of depth and blankness bereft

never left wanting

never left without

a touch of her healing colours

Morning

Morning rises

to meet its Creator

shining forth

with all its radiant beauty

it ascends to the skies

a dazzling angel

haloed in heavenly light

2012

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Nothing But Wind – Singing Self – Composed by Maestro Ilayaraja