A Chamomile Morning

Let me not do the usual today,

Help me pass on the clutter away.

I hear the wind ringing my chimes,

As the crisp leaves leave their twine.

Here I am sipping chamomile,

Relaxing and letting the mind unpile.

The flowers swell up leaving their colour

The colour that fills my day with colour.

The golden liquid kisses my lips,

A calming note plays in my ribs.

I leave my screen and look for a pen,

To scrabble my thoughts instantly then.

I see myself amidst chamomile,

My heart warms up a gentle smile.

The soft white petals touch my skin,

Yellow and white like Yan and Yin.

And when I was about to sing ….

My phone rings ding ding.

Hello, I say with a startled look,

Mom asks,”What should I cook?”

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A Monday morning self talk over a hot cup of chamomile. Sitting at my desk over looking a large green tree.

Some days are simple yet fulfilling. Busy yet mindful, ordinary yet extra ordinary.

Happiness and sunshine

Nidhi

10 Comments Add yours

      1. Your welcome πŸ™‚

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  1. Liz says:

    A lovely poem. I enjoyed reading it.

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    1. Thank you Liz πŸ™‚ glad you enjoyed

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    1. And I love to hear this . Thank you so much dear blogger πŸ™‚

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      1. Your welcome. πŸ™‚

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      2. Thank you so much . You as well.πŸ™‚

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