Mornings are surreal and full of fascination
With the dawn marking its inception.
The sky is filled with hues
Red, Purple, Orange, Yellow, and Blue!
I look forward to waking up
And fix my gaze on the rising sun
To feel its warmth
And immerse in its jubilation.
Then there are mornings
Where I lie on my bed
In the pool of my thoughts
Staring at the ceiling and contemplating over the tiny dot.
A whirlpool of vague images
Pulls me into the maze.
The Now, The past and The future
Everything seems to be blurry and hard to capture.
Nothingness arrives on my head
And I slowly slip involuntarily in the stupor.
Those are the mornings
When I really don’t want to go out
To cherish the view
And let a sigh escape my mouth!
Instead, I let my drowsiness rule over me
As I go again to Sleep!