Sunrise on the bank of Ganges

Sunrise on the bank of Ganges

By Rajul Tiwari

On the bank of Ganges,
I stand alone listening to the temple bells...
lost in the dark of the morning,
waiting for the Sun which slowly propels...

The crack of the dawn in the east,
is more felt than is seen...
It is the moment of an honest prayer,
the warming up of the soul into its being...

The body yawns after a long night,
it stretches to welcome the rays...
Tired eyes can't stop watching beauty,
dancing on the tides as if the music plays...

One by one they land on water,
emit, reflect and sway...
I preferred tiring a little more,
second after second, ray after ray...

It traveled and reached my presence,
it gave birth to my new shadow...
I am covered in nature's gold,
all the precious drops, let my skin swallow...

My hairs ruffle in a humid breeze,
I wanted to let everything happen..
This is the soap of my soul,
before taking a dip I let it all ripen...

The energy of being is blooming,
I am now fragrant like a lotus...
firming my feet I move further,
I was in the middle of current, before I notice...

Oh! this mystic charm of yours,
Though surrounded, but I stand alone...
Talking life to you, greeting life to you,
the light is taken more than it is shown...

The night turned out to be rewarding,
the dark turned out to be loving...
It gave me this morning,
united by being, till now it was cloven...

There are only few true beauties,
and all beauty starts from a sunrise on your bank...
Now, I hear splashes, I hear chantings and chats now,
in your second of beginning.... as if it all sank...