I woke up this morning to faint rays of sunlight –
that pervaded my senses in anticipatory delight,
for it was accompanied by the soft chilly breeze
and a chirping of a variety of birds enticing me.
I turned to my right side – and then sat upright
as the view from my window was like a painting:
It had splashes of colour a palette might contain –
with a painter mixing them to get his right shade.
At the epicentre, where the colours were intense –
there emerged in the sky a smudgy ball of orange
that gently expanded with the painters imagination;
while other colours framed his creation in homage.
I’d barely embraced this sunrise with all my senses;
the stray Lhasas urging me on with barks and whistle –
unable to drown the collective verve of chirping birds
in urging curtains of fog to lift on the dance of clouds.
The floating white wool-clouds as they nimbly danced –
dispersed now for the showstopper damsel to emerge:
Her striking white silhouette glistened amid cloud girls –
as on Darjeeling’s stage postured Kanchenjunga’s peaks.
I stood besotted at the poise of lofty mountainous crests –
glimmering of snow with a backdrop of bronze terrain:
around them the clouds danced as if elves in a fairy tale
to sunrays – as it were spotlights illuminating blue stage.
The above poem has gone into this book, details of which are in this link: https://shuvashreechowdhury.com/2020/12/01/trouvailles-my-moment-of-yugen-new-poetry-book/