A Tryst With Life :)

You come like dusk, so soft, so kind, A whispered call—I leave behind All weight and pain, all tears and fears, To step into Your light. Not sad, not lost, Your love is the only home I’ve known. One last breath, then sweet release, A quiet hush, a perfect peace. The peace I have longed for so long! Oh Death, you’re not the end, but the final place, An ultimate Romance with my sweetheart, God! Oh Death, you’re just Love’s open door, Where hearts return, and ache no more. © Meghna, 2025, All rights reserved.

  In fields of gold, where light descends,  A breath of heaven softly bends,  To touch the petals, delicate & bright,  A whispered divine hymn In morning’s light!   O Flower, child of sacred turf,  You are the fingerprints of God!  Each hue He dipped in celestial dew,  And brushed with love to bloom for you.    The rose, aflame with crimson fire,  Burning with the ardour of desire, Not earthly love, but purer still,  A testament to Heaven’s will.    The lily, robed in spotless white,  Stands chaste beneath the Lord’s own sight,  A mirror of the soul made clean,  Where grace and mercy intervene.    The daisy, humble, small, yet free,  Lifted up its face in ecstasy,  As if to say, "Rejoice! Be Glad!  The smallest things make God rejoice!"   And violets, in shadows deep,  Where weary hearts might pause to weep,  Are tokens of His tender care—  That even sorr...