And, I Think To Myself What a Wonderful World 🪐🐝⚡💛

Finishing a wonderful cup of black tea

With flavorous masalas colonizers invaded India for,

In the cosy balcony witnessing the uninvited rain showers 

Reciting best-loved verse from the Quran 

My eyes welcomed a tear of missing a person long gone.

Humming a dua for the safety of all

I welcomed the radio cracking between 

The broken signals of towns

Bringing the souvenir of past.

Memories and fragrance,

Delightful tea and rain on skin,

Cherishable beyond.

And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Stargazing with a tint of moonlight-

Invading privacy through the window

Touching the gentle wound

Bathed in water, Dettol, warm hands,

and now some light

Comfort, water, and a deeply cut face in the mirror 

Instead of the reflection 

Admiring the beloved with

Betadine Antiseptic Topical Ointment,

Patient face hiding the worries.

Two Reflections giggling

at the funny unskippable YouTube ad, 

And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

A friend and sibling with cough and cold

Bargaining with care at the last day of book fair 

Running to get the first edition of favourite books

For person they truly care for

Shipping the book with

Precious Postcards unknown

And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Secretly writing the journal at the death of night 

To Charlotte 

The name of her diary

The darkness, sandwich, and clock 

witnessing the tears of joy, and solitude

Of both ink and emotions 

Dancing brilliantly without being judged 

And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Eating the delicately roasted mutton with mashed potatoes-

The process of picking the 

Beans, peas, and potatoes,

Boiling them at low flames afterwords,

Aromatic waves as going for a ballet practice,

Defines the art of cooking and gratification for her

And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Like in the movie theatres 

At the gate of mental asylum

Jazz of chirps with performance during dawn-

After years of hallucinations 

Riddled sleepless schedule 

'Schizophrenia' boldly written in the sick section

Of the muddled cream crumbled paper.

Smiling

Finally a smile with relief 

while looking at a white butterfly

On a yellow orchids outside,

Was it another seizure?

Or just another ordinary natural order.

But 

Finally freedom

And, another smile

And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

[The title is inspired by Thiele, Bob, and George David Weiss. "What a Wonderful World." Louis Armstrong, ABC Records, 1967.]

I extended my imagination with words of how we find comfort in gratitude.  The beauty of nature surrounds us, and its essence is a miraculous gift. It hums the music of the heart, making us the centre of universe. I want to explore the notion of finding beauty in life's mundane aspects, where happiness and pain, tears and joy, balance each other.

Consider the person falsely accused of murder, who finally finds freedom after years. Nature welcomes him with open arms. Or the couple who, after a long struggle, finally marry, and in a moment of tender care, help each other through pain and bleeding. The moonlight, a symbol of nature's comfort, shines upon them.

Even simple pleasures like a cup of tea bring joy to a solitary soul. It's about appreciating what's around us and cherishing human connection. When people care for each other, they go to great lengths, traveling to different cities to find books that bring joy to their loved ones.

So, sit for a while, with your cup of tea, coffee, or a candy whispering the wonders around, grateful to Almighty, humming in sweet voice,

Yes! I think to myself what a wonderful world.