Mornings bliss

Mornings are blissful...

• when I go on the terrace and feel the breeze.
• when the sun rises from nowhere & gulps the desserted horizon across the hill.
• when the sky changes the shades more than my eyes could absorb.
• when the people on the hill next to my house are belittled by their own shadows.
• when I see silence of dusk turning into the chirping of birds.
• when the cable wires over my rooftop hold the dews like a diamond & let 'em go in the silence.
• when I smell the ginger while sipping from my tea.
• when I forgot the meanings, rest of the day I'll have to live.
• when the moment freezes and I don't exist.
• when I am void of wishes and I just live.
  
  ...then the thoughts interrupt me, convince me to be rational being and I start my day.