I woke up today, a year older. Looked into the mirror hoping to see even a shred of white i hoped I’d look a little bit wiser, but just like yesterday, dark shiny hair is all that covered my head. Disappointed, i go out slowly sipping my coffee as the first rays of the sun kiss the damp morning dew making it sparkle. The chirping of the birds ooh that’s a soundtrack to this unfolding magnificent movie- daybreak. This fascination of sorts adds romance to the french words playing in the theater of my mind- comme une belle fl`eche je vole a la rencontre du soleil.
My favourite poem then comes to mind- and as if igniting a dying fire in me, i lift my hands to the heavens above, my heart dancing to the beat of a myriad possibilities that lie ahead…my lips, carefully kissing the words of this palatial poem.
Like a beautiful arrow
thou walkest on the cold sea of life
with dreams big on thy hands
an amateur not to disappointments
a veteran soon of success
towards the skyline behold thee walks
majestically as fears are lost
the darkness that covers thee slowly fading
as the soft sun rays kiss thy forehead
a dawn new a daybreak bright
thy guest the sun shan’t be
‘coz like a beautiful arrow
crafted by a warrior strong
thou shalt fly out to meet the sun
The words of this wordsmith, leaves an imprint in my world. A new dawn it is and my good old days are still ahead of me and sure thing, they are bounteous… Happy born day to me.
The Chito World 