Morning Yoga

Inhale the sun, the morning blaze

We stand, bare feet upon our mats

More mellow than a twilight haze

Inhale the sun, the morning blaze

We close our eyes the body sways

Disturbed by noisy mental chats

Inhale the sun, the morning blaze

We stand, bare feet upon our mats

Inhale the moment, watch the flow

Of breath, we focus deep within

All burdens, cares and fears let go,

Inhale the moment, watch the flow

Of thoughts as they like waves will grow,

Exhale bygones and what has been,

Inhale the moment, watch the flow

Of breath, we focus deep within

Inhale good will, exhale all woe

The mind and body realign

Imbibe the warmth, enjoy its glow

Inhale good will, exhale all woe

Chakras we cleanse from head to toe

To face the day we prime the shrine

Inhale good will, exhale all woe

The mind and body realign

  

Copyright ©  2013 by Visalakshi Viswanathan

The Festival of Colour

Let’s don ourselves in vibrant hues,

In the land of silks and spices,

Let's paint the world in reds and blues,

It's the festival of color.

Come, dance the Bhangra - it's magic,

To cadence of the dhol and drums,

I’ll daub your skin with turmeric,

It's the festival of color.

Bring in the Bhang, a sip will do,

Let's drink beneath the vernal moon,

Then fly away to Timbuktu,

It's the festival of color.

Let's don ourselves in vibrant hues,

It's the festival of colour.

copyright © 2013 Visalakshi Viswanathan