Under the heels of longing

Soaked in the sunshine of the toddler sun

I am still on the bed with my pillow on

through the glass panes of window 

I sip each drop of nectar that nature has to offer

on this pristine morrow 

trees stand tall in their glory

swaying in the wind.. whispering their story

zeal of clouds to soar higher

compete with agility of course of rivers

make me inhale the nuggets of rapturous delight 

I feel hooked to the aura of bliss 

and get entwined to the splashes of magic

my galloping imagination speaks loud through random verses

Lo! my gnawing sense disappears

longing sense adorns life's centerstage 

I get to realise the quaint ethics and subtleties

that life is a drop of dew squirming in a spider web

this one time offer needs to be loved and savoured completely.