The Sunrise Type Of A Girl In London, Ontario
Updated: Oct 21, 2020
I rise before the world starts its hard play
To wish a soft good morning,
With an artists’ eye to the colors that break a new day.
On some days the sun has to try harder to send its radiance to the earth
On other days it can effortlessly paint pink and orange giving the day a new birth.
A thick grey blanket sometimes wins over this mighty star’s forcing fire
But it always comes with a silver lining, the power of the sun is one to admire.
I’ve been lucky enough to see a clear blue
With running and racing white clouds too.
There are days when the sky is a palette of colors, all of the above
Brushstrokes and hues, fresh inspiration and cues,
Spreading onto the green and blue,
The canvas of life and love .
As the darkness of night comes to bring us a closure
Crimson, yellow and purple blue are ready to takeover.
Let us move on today, let the day stretch into the sunset
At a distant water’s edge, let the sun meet the sea and get wet.
I’ve become the sunrise type of a girl
While my loved ones back in India take a sunset swirl.
We live on opposite ends of the day
But together we make up the whole day.
This is what London has offered me in a matter of few weeks
A whole life painted in colors from one dawn to another dusk
A perspective that the sunrise and sunset are nothing but life’s crux
I tell my sunsets a story to bring a better sunrise the next day for all my peers.
This is what I’ve learnt to do in London,
A place I will call home for an unknown number of years
And I will forever be that girl who gets excited
When the sky is in colors prettier than her fears.