Waking Up!

To the early morning freshness and cold breeze I'm grateful...grateful for making mornings so sweet.

I could feel the gentle touch of my father,waking me up with a kiss on the cheek

Or my mother whispering into my ears to wake me up for school

And those Sundays when my elder sister woke me up to meet an old acquaintance and us three enjoy the mornings to the fullest

And then came the phase of not wanting to wake....for school seemed endless and I had to leave my dreams incomplete..

The dreams what they were!!!! Being in a magical tale or being magical myself. Being part of success being what mind never allows me to be when awake.

The mornings now are monotonous due to the alarming waking up.

What happened don't really know

All of a sudden waking up have become a burden,

The clock has now struck the 11th hour of day and yet sleep lies up somewhere in my head and eyes like a heavy burden or weight kept on my head.

Now waking up to the ray of early sunshine is like a dream

With the ray hitting the face and beautiful eyes pop open gradually with the breeze touching the cheeks and undone hair moving like every strand wants to fly, like the heart and mind alike, just to fly amidst the pure and cold wind to the place of dreams.

And some mornings I want to wake up with a drop of rain on my face...or a droplet of dew on my lashes making me smile in the first second of the day when I look towards a brand new world with a brand new beginning....