Friday, February 26, 2010

Sitting in the Sun

Through screens and shells,
sunshine brightens my hands.
On the table they lay, unmoved;
but still in motion the dust above it.

Looking at the streak,
that runs along my left ear,
I am watching; the most beautiful,
the most natural, dance of nature.

A shiver to the subtle little particle,
and it beats and coves, and dances
to the sound of sun,
to the light of wind.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010


aditya said...

A moment of silence other wise inconsequential, passing unnoticed in time captured beautifully.

ecstatic shimmeR said...

this one as all others on which i have got comments like this from you, is a random thought result. sitting in the computer centre, i found sun on just two of my fingers, got carried away and started writing there and then.
thanks :)

aditya said...

Times like these have always been meant for poetry. Glad I know people who can justify these times ..