A Tryst With Life :)

Another scented enchanting night, when the full moon is in sight. She walks  with a veil of mystic light, with a hope of reviving senses to delight. As she treads across the lake, the silvery waters dance rhythmically to her steps, the singing birds celebrate the night, inciting a queer feeling to love and live.  Emblematic of the magical senses, this night is quintessential night of love untouched.  As she walks upon the ledge, exchanging oaths of promises to keep, the moon in sight celebrates the journey to embark. Infusing a sweet fragrance, the flowers proclaim, the moon and nights, will forever stay together, linked inextricably ! © Meghna, 2022, All rights reserved.

O my heart, Both you and I, have dealt with books and beings, traversed the roads rugged, curvy and less known ! sometimes enervated, lost and defeated, other times euphoric, and triumphant. Both you and I, have witnessed seasons- tempestuous and arduous. Both you and I, have danced in seasons- filled with colors and scents, multitude. Both you and I, loved too deep, nourishing our own whims and fancies, not worrying too deep, consequences unknown. Till both you and I, sometimes returned hurt and tired, drenched in our self-generated pain, other times returned ebullient and fortified, drenched in self-generated seasons of love. Today, both you and I, sit together, watching the sunset, basking in solitude, in an uncanny languor. tired but yet hopeful. In this abundant world, there is no space for disdain, so let us rise  from our own ashes of experiences multifold, let us make room for hope ! © Meghna, 2022, All rights reserved.

For me survival isn't about avoiding the harm, but to find the perfect craggy wilderness throughout. Not the wilderness of thoughts but of nature raw. Thriving in the primeval forest, populated with the swarming primordial trees. Shafts of sunlight warming the cool mossy boulder, On which I sit sonneting. Inhaling the woodsy and sassy scent of the dense pocket of trees, Twittering birds, my comrade !  Performing tricks innocent, to bring a smile ebullient on my lips. Carrying this deep-rooted biophilia with me throughout, an ancient bond with this forest, transporting in it whenever I seek equanimity, clarity , calmness and hope ! © Meghna, 2022, All rights reserved.

Make me a drink of stars, Steal them all, from the vast expansive skies. The bewitching skies, holding dreams infinite and unknown. Silver, green, crimson, white... pluck them all. Squeeze them into a magical elixir, and pour into that mighty silver chalice, standing tall and sturdy. Blend some adventure mysterious. Let the drink rumble and bumble, with the stories unknown. Sprinkle some stardust glittering, before it can go into me, quenching my ever-longing thirst, and fertilize my life in ways magical mysterious and unknown. © Meghna, 2022, All rights reserved.

Good at making arrangements to live, But not good at living. Sacrificing years for paper degrees, Working hard for the material. Constantly worrying about the future, Forgetting we are alive in the now, The only moment for us to be alive. Leading the normal is an average these days, It is all about extravagance, Out-doing, just to rush to the finish line. Normal is simple, very basic, unpretentious,  daily contentment and euphoria without the beating. Constantly in search of the thrills, just to escape day-to-day mundaneness. There is so much beauty in day-to-day ordinary, From the aroma of the local produce in the farmer's market, to the warmth of the morning sunshine, sitting in a cafe for hours, gazing at people come and go. The day-to-day life is an interesting canvas of perfection, Highlighting the beauty of the ordinary. It is not about leaving a legacy, but to love people deeply in every interaction, eating the daily food lovingly, laughing hard from the stomach, trying ever...

Every Rock has a story of its own, Sedimentary, Igneous, Metamorphosis. Some are formed gradually solidifying by  life's challenges, in this boundless ocean of life. Others by facing intense pressure on the sediments, the sediments left by the erosive times of life. And the rest by constant collision, collisions unknown. Every Rock has a story of its own, All poets grow into rock, Few are soft and naive, Others are toughened over time, Very few are fortunate to turn, to turn into rarest of the rare - diamonds, outshining and reflecting light. What others give, they reflect it back. Every Rock has a story of its own, Few understand them, Others undermine them, But the rock stays strong and still, Becoming a prop for all, to rivers and tides, to the climbers and moss, saving lives till eternity. Not showing-off, but staying grounded, never to perish, giving support to all © Meghna, 2022, All rights reserved.

Today is a day, A day to visit the seventh heaven of rapture. So close your eyes gently, and enter into a brief reverie of relief. Open the heavy scent-laden box of  the myth and mystery, of the mountains. Mooning about on the wet pine-covered roads, Smelling fresh, sharp, and sweet. Inhale  the minty camphorous scent of the eucalyptus, The sweet sticky vanilla-scented rubber latex, The lavender smell of the mosquito repellants, The woodsy fragrance of the wet tree trunks with the damp moss. Deeply inhale the richness of the fragrant journey traversed,  Exhale the feeling of exhaustion earned from walking in the heavy wet terrain.  Now open your eyes-bright and descend to earth and sail smooth. © Meghna, 2022, All rights reserved.