Earlier than  Usual

As I woke up earlier than

usual,  in the morning,

I wished to jot a few

mesmerising words, inside the

frame of a poem, unbound.

I changed and replaced

and rubbed the words,

an umpteen number of times,

reminding me of the scarecrow,

that stood in a barren grain field.

The  morning  hours  receded,

The tiny birds chirped and flew.

The sweet, shiny golden dreams

slowly and gently crept into my mind,

I enjoyed heavenly bliss in that hour.

Trying to escape from yesterday’s

monotony, dullness and shallow thoughts

I entered the garden of awesome blossoms

to  catch colourful butterflies

with a soft touch of fingers.

Anandavalli  Chandran