My Short Poem 1 - Morning Musicals | SMD Akp51v
So, I am trying to get out of my bed. And the world outside that window made me write something like this. Now, I hope you enjoy this amateur poetry.
Poem: Morning Musicals
Exploring the Ideas Symbolized in This Poem
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| Photo by Senne Gilis on Unsplash. |
As with the case of most people, I was hardly restarted from my sleep mode. On the bed, you could choose to stare at the ceiling, hide under the blanket, or use the head pillow like a handkerchief.
Even without looking outside the window, you could tell the amount of the sun-rays, actually doing a superhero landing on Earth.
At least, near your balcony.
Thus, it was inferred, that the sky was crowded, with the delivery persons of the condensed water vapors.
"Clouds have gathered,... Above my head"
That is technically incorrect if taken literally. The dim-lit environment had discouraged me, from getting out of bed.
If there is not enough brightness, to make the morning time, accurately feel like it; leaving the bed can be a significantly difficult mission, like saving Lance Vance from Diaz, in Kent Paul's mission, within Vice City.
The first four lines depicted the low-mood atmosphere, of an early morning that was masquerading the late evening, due to the busy canvas, of the sky.
Enough about the eyes, let the ears speak
The second four lines describe the physically experienced music of the dawn.
Unlike the modern human beings, who take immense pride in failing to keep up with, the advent of the fireball of the space above us all; other life forms adhere to their circadian clocks.
They live the way Mother Nature had intended them to do so.
During our childhood, there used to be many types of birds. Especially during the transition days, from one season into another, certain 'unique' birds would sing in a different voice.
You might be living in a different part of the world; what were your experiences?
As the village slowly and confidently evolved into a more urban settlement, the number of Concrete Trees, which we would call the Reinforced Concrete Frame Structures during our college days, had taken over the soil.
Sparrows became less frequent, but the number of vehicles kept growing.
Though the overall Standards of Living have improved, for the majority of my village-slash-city friends; more and more incidents of critical disorders, are coming to light as well.
We no longer go to visit the farms. A few people do, out of a sense of duty or nostalgia.
Agriculture and irrigation-equipped fertile land would be the symbols of non-perishable prosperity, in our region; if not all over the Indian Sub-continent.
But in the last ten to twenty years, a stronger negative outlook has been on the rise.
The financials of agricultural activities have not been lovely, for a really long time.
Yes, exceptions exist, without a single doubt.
But this shift has resulted in an unhealthy morning environment, at least in this region. You will be confused, about what is truly healthy; going on a morning walk to breathe in the smoke, of the burning garbage, and of the poorly serviced vehicles, or staying indoors...
The chirping is an attempt to note that, despite what human activity has done to nature, not all the life forms have abandoned this soil.
That sound was behind the window, but its loudness wasn't similar to our childhood days.
Now, if you have been to India, due to your curiosity, education, profession, or parents, and if you had stayed in a somewhat urban locality, the fixed hours of water conveyance might have been familiar to you.
Just like many other parts of the world, India has the challenge of unequal water availability.
While the major cities might be supplied with usable water, throughout the day; the semi-urban regions have some scheduled time slots of the day, when the water is being supplied.
During the younger days, water used to be available only in the early morning.
However, since the region has become more city-like, even in the terms of the administrative privileges and the number of built structures, the supply of water is available in the evening, in some parts of the neighborhood.
Thus, the tap is active, and for those who do not have a pump, it is essential.
Although groundwater is still a viable source of water, not every area has a respectable leakage-free sewer line. Hoping that you would get what is being implied, let's move further.
After declaring that I had woken up in the complete sense, the bed was still in touch with my back.
Being Asymmetrically Awake
What was the next ideal step? Getting up, doing the morning rituals, and starting the day with a fresh conscience.
So optimistic.
To counter the boredom, the idea of simply singing a song, without worrying about the so-called 'perfect lyrics', was explored for a while.
But I had also thought about, sleeping once more.
The outer natural light, was such an unsettling pro-lazy scenery, that I was completely comfortable, allowing the next useful hours, go to the drain.
And as I was thinking about it, something sparked somewhere within the cerebral hemispheres of mine:
"What if I miss some valuable ideas, by not waking up, and observing the day?"
Is it okay, to let laziness rob you of your possibilities, just like that? Are we really helpless, if the circumstances are not encouraging on their own?
Why should it matter, if the sky is unwilling to clear the way, for the Lord Akatsuki (Japanese Sun-God)?
Ideas are tender beings; spend too little or too long time for bringing them into this reality, and they will simply... go missing.
You have to get out of bed, for those ideas, eagerly awaiting your enlightenment.
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