A Tryst With Life :)

  Empty road, Silent night, The winter breeze, Marrying the flickering street lights, Walking hand-in-hand, From dusk to dawn, Moments of silence, Concealing talks on life. No worries, Only loving gazes and smiles. Two friends constructing a ship together, A ship to uplift, A ship to support, A ship to guide, A ship of loving friendship. Playing along, Teasing along, Spending every moment joyously. Such friendships come along as a surprise, and go away leaving a smile, To cherish for a lifetime :-) © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

Garland Of Divine Love Oh Mother ! You are my real treasure, And this treasure in my real pleasure. This limitless pleasure of the soul, That you bestow upon me, Keeps me forever drowned in your love. Never ever take away from me, The garland of the gem of love. This garland makes me complete in you. Spreading the sweet aroma, This is the garland of immortal dauntless love. Embracing all, Bonding all, Taking me to the ocean of prosperity. Help me dive deep into this ocean As this ocean only gives me the true essence, The true nectar of priceless love, which helps me to keep singing praises- in you, for you, all my words, originate from you and merge into you. © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

The forest floor was wet, Damp fallen leaves covered it all, She walked along with the Shaman. The only thought that clouded her mind, Was how will she find her Soulmate? The Shaman silently answered- "By taking risks.  By risking failure,  disappointment,  disillusion,  but never ceasing in your search for Love,  as long as you keep looking,  you will triumph in the end" She unceasingly walked through years, in her quest for knowledge, in her  quest of the precious love, overcoming her fears, learning to dance to the mysterious tunes, She was all alone on her sacred voyage of discovery, To give up everything - To find, To stay, To breathe, To stay hopeful, In the search of the love of her life. © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved. Quote from - "The Brida" by Paul Coelho

When I first picked up my pen, To scribble down my thoughts, I knew nothing but God. Years passed by, The word God took different forms- From Emotions, Life, Love, Confusions. All encapsulated into one - Him. Today when I pick up to Ornate the paper with thoughts, Paraphernalia of maze covers me. From humans to animals, From hatred to love. All thoughts merge into the Almighty. Elated to witness from where I started and where I stand, The Source remains the same. The destination also into him. Him or her doesn’t matter anymore, It is an energy, Which produced me, Which engulfs me, Which will take me away. © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

Meditation After years of cogitation, Today is like any other day, Of the spiritual practice, When in the darkest hour, I lie down solemnly, Entering nothingness, Another meaningless hour, To add meaning to the rest of the hours, Floating deep into the trajectory, Entering the guest house of nothingness, Oblivious, Nameless, Formless, Unattached, Willing to be there forever, As always, Before I come out, To add smiles to my world, This guest house is my fuel house, Years into this guest house, Has made me endless, This bodily vessel, Keeps emptying into it again and again, Just to play the flute of life, Years have passed, But I still keep pouring, And it hasn’t overflowed, Will keep visiting this guest house, Till I am alive, Again and again, Forever! Just to stay alive! © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

An Evening of 2008 A cold winter evening of 2008, A heavy bus rumbled down the road. Standing at the edge, Falling down with a thud, With the speeding bus slapping and vanishing. In the next moment of consciousness, Brutal darkness covered me all. Wandering inside the cranial nerves, A magnificent light traversed along. A powerful voice resounded within, “Look around, Rise up, And march ahead”. With pain excruciating, Bruises all over, Blood soaked, And no sign of help, I rose up. Just to see the Humans encircling me, Few gossiping, Others mocking, But none lending a hand. Aiming to walk half a mile, Amidst the tittle-tattle, Started limping in agony. Paying attention to the strong voice within, Asking me to move on, With the only thought to make it home, And console the concerned. Despite the outward calmness, Deep perspiration covered me all, Just couldn’t be still, Each stabbing jolt made me stumble...

O Lord ! Hear My Plea I beseech thee O lord ! To be merciful on me, Bestow thy unalloyed Bhakti on me. Rescue me from all the demons of this world. Keep me protected in your merciful heart. I know nothing of this world but just thee, Neither do I want to know anything but thee. Keep me embraced in your arms forever, Protect me from all the folly and deceit. This selfish heart politely pleas thee, To be biased towards me. I want to be your only child, Forever submerged in the ocean of your affection. These eyes want to see only thee, In everything. My soul gets weary when I remove my gaze from thee, Let me not see anything but thee. Any sound not comprising thy magic, Is just but a noise for me, Let me not feel anything but just thy divinity. Please cuddle me,  Spoil me with your love, This innocent heart just wants to find a way, That leads to thee. © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

Let It be your Guide... On cold winter nights when the moon is high, And the stars are twinkling bright up in the sky, Take a walk by the riverside, Let music be your guide. Arms in arms take a walk, Let the cold breeze caress the cheeks, Not deciding on the destination, Let the walkway be your guide. Together decide, To stop the worries for the time, Allow the trail to lead you through the time, And Let the moon be your guide. Dance until the morning light, With the night bright, The moon full and shining white, Let the perfumed wind be your guide. On this winter night, In this magical sight, Let the moon do all the talking, Leaving all troubles at the door, Let the wind of life be your guide. © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

The Caterpillar... Sitting on my steady chair With an unsteady mind... When a green creepy-crawly creature Stole away my mind. The soft green mini-angel, Going helter skelter through life... Unaware of the wings soon To be bestowed for combating life. Going in a hurry burry To freely munch on the soft  green leaf... And get some fuel for the day. Unaware of the birds of the kill Waiting to gulp it And make it their prey. But it keeps marching ahead In a drunk kingly gait. Such is the innocence... Such is the joy... Of living with the unknown. I fix my thought on the beatific wings... soon to be bestowed. Classifying  myself to be one of the naive caterpillars, Striding unsuspiciously in life. I decide to be like the heroic caterpillar And wait on the wings to fly :) © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

Language Of God... You speak in the language of the gentle breeze and I whisper the message in the brightness of the twinkling stars You voice your emotions in the language of the raging ocean waves and I reply back in the language of the bright inquisitive eyes You recite the message of love in the fragrance of the soft flowers and I deliver it back in the language of the melody of birds You speak the message in the lucid language of rain drops And I hold it back in my smile gleaming You speak joy to me in silence of the woods And I hold it back in the sacredness of tears How beautiful is God's silent language of love feel it live it and life becomes a melodious rhythmic dance! © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

The Tree  Standing firm, Rooted deep into the soil black, The army of ants finding it's way onto the fat bark, It stands so tall reaching way up in the sky. Living free in the light of the sunshine Breathing in the clean sweet air Living on the diet of the nature's best Surrendering to the nature's laws finding health lovely there is indeed no death when faith is kept intact with the nature's divine plan :) © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

The new Moon Treading through the day Beaten up and Bruised When suddenly over the high-rise buildings I saw the moon in the clouds A delight to the eyes in this world of concrete and stone Standing tired with a weary soul on the rooftop wondering to do or not to do When the site of the maiden moon uplifted my defeated soul Receding back with a hope of white light I waited for the night after to welcome the moon Again the day went by I leaped back to the roof searching with eyes eager to touch the sight of the white glorious crescent but there was no sign of it the sky was clear i waited with my soul wondering the reasons for delight also pass by... On the night of new moon i realized nothing stays forever not even the phases waning or waxing what comes goes , and what goes again comes back... so why to tire the soul? or why even to please it? keep it in a state where none of the phases move it anymore! With a thought renewed i leaped back i...

Life or the Purpose I asked my God, The way to the township. God asked me to doubly check, Whether I want to know the way To The Graveyard or To the township? I felt the question was bizarre. But my God told the truth that cannot be denied... Daily the living die in the township. But the graveyard remains the same, No one subtracts there, But  only adds. The sun that rises , Also goes down. The dead cells grow out in the body, In the form of hair and nails. We chop them out, Without causing the pain. But when we try to segregate the living organs, It causes immense pain. The truth remains, The cycle of death starts The day we are born. We are dying everyday . We died yesterday. We will die tomorrow. Are we living or dying everyday? The thoughts we carried as a child, We no longer hold. The thoughts too wither away. Everything and everyone is dying. Did we ever live since the time we took birth ? When we are not living but dying every moment...

Im-Possible In the world of possible and impossible, Napoleon once said, Nothing is impossible, But is it so ? You can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube, The time given to someone Cannot be earned back, The words once spoken Cannot be taken back, Trust once lost Cannot be regained back, Thoughts given out to the universe Cannot be reversed, Emotions once experienced Cannot be deleted, One cannot sneeze with eyes open, And one cannot touch the nose with the tongue :) Or it seems impossible until it is done? Let this theory stay unresolved! © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

The Gifts The pink butterflies, Hopping from one flower to another, Collecting the sweet nectar. The dried rustling leaves spread across, Adding to the ruddiness of the forest. The musical quietness. The warm scent. All this made their hideout. With the two tiny transparent wings, They glided from one corner to another. Perfect epitome of beauty, Outshining with a radiance so brilliant. Ready to bestow gifts on those who are friends of the brown. The magical wands they carried, Sprinkled the golden dust on me all over. Conferred upon five gifts, To bless my journey remaining- “Candles that light up life, Incense that delights the senses, Oil that nourishes, Clay that holds, Jewelry that beautifies.” Holding the five tight, I leapt on my feet, To board the train, To the next station of my life ... © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

The Silent Music Staying in the jostle of the world The tick tock of the timeless watch Times are gone when I would be clustered in this clutter The innate silence that I carry within Is the only music I listen to Be it the titter-tatter Or the hue and cry This music that I carry Is my divine fuel Few are engulfed in the self Rest immersed into others I keep see-sawing in both Such is the human mind But this music, my divine fuel Makes me to go... © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

The Forbidden Love Together they took One step forward And two steps back Dreaming to touch the end of the road... Together they sang One song in love And two songs of hatred Dreaming to ornate the journey to the end of the road... Together they drank One sip of sweet elixir And two sips of hatred Dreaming to sweeten the experience to the end of the road... Together they danced To the tunes of love Desiring to still make it But what exists now between the two Is the infinite space Of the forbidden love © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

Love of a Fossil Sounding a fossil, I said... Love is that scent,  which wavers for hours after the soul being touched. Love is that serene beauty, which slays the depths of eyes. Love is the bright star, that sets the soft skies aglow. Sounding a fossil, I said... Love is God, and God is love. Love is beyond the physical boundaries, Nailing the unexplored parts of soul, in ways undiscovered. Sounding a fossil, I said... God is my master, and I am the Child. With soul submerged in innocence , I tread on the path of love, beyond the planes known, Creating miracles with my master in heart, each cell exuding sheer love which is pure! © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

Circle Of Life The more I saw, The more empty I became. The more empty I was, The more craving I had. The more I craved, The more desires I had. The more I desired, The more I chased. The more I was chasing, The more I was confused. The more I was perplexed, The more I got detached. The more I was detached, The more I was attached. The more I was attached, The more miserable I was. All that I received was Nothingness. Where lies both, The known and the unknown. © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

Silence... I hear silence in those spoken words. Silence is that carries the unsaid meaning, In the words untold. Silence is profound, Silence is the presence Of words, Of nothingness. Silence is that mysterious presence Of the unsaid, Of the unheard, And yet of what is meant. Silence is the sound of tranquility. When silence is muffled up in those spoken words, The eyes speak out the silence ! © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

My Heavenly Mother Gold glistening on her lips, emanating only love induced potion She leaned over me and whispered words of sweetness, "I am Yours, Your Mother, I Belong to you" Ichor dripping from her fingertips, fingers slender and caring, She placed them on me, confirming "I am Yours, Your Mother, I Belong to you" Eyes like the Sun and Moon, flitting across like the fish, She lovingly gazed at me, assuring "I am Yours, Your Mother, I Belong to you" Nose shining like the perfumed magnolia, Holding tales of glory on it, She gently sniffed away all my infirmities, promising "I am Yours, Your Mother, I Belong to you" Slender waist encircled with a girdle Adorning tinkling musical bells, She gently bent over me, proclaiming "I am Yours, Your Mother, I Belong to you" My Mother, The Flood of Beauty , Adorning the bright diadem, Bestowing a diamond from it to me, She said " I am an ocean of love T...

The Quiet Graveyard... Submerged in own thoughts, I walked along the old graveyard. Daffodils, the cemetery favorite, etched on stones ... swaying throughout the graveyard. A distinct quietness beholds, The dainty sound of rise and fall of own breath, the only substance of human distraction. With the surety of death the stones sing " The living come today To read us and go away " Treading ahead with tired eyes, I touch each stone, feeling their faded memories hidden beneath each, when one stone draws my attention, belonging to a young girl, not having a chance to fully live touching her stone was like touching her heartbeat, telling me in silent words... " No difference lies between you and me, I am tucked away deep down the stone, and you are tucked away deep into your own thoughts of the world, People would crumble your tender heart anyways, Soon friendship loses it's light, so come and bury your thoughts here, I already made pea...

That Pink Flower... Pure and beautiful, Fragrance intoxicating, That pink flower has stolen me. Tender and soft, With a touch so loving, That pink flower has stolen me. Playful and moving, With a dance so mesmerizing, That pink flower has stolen me. Eternal and effortless beauty, Holding infinity, That pink flower has stolen me. Succulently sweet and perfumed, With a nectar ambrosial, That pink flower has stolen me. Spreading warmth under the moon and stars, Kissing me goodnight, That pink flower has stolen me. © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

A rendezvous with nature Clad in pink flowing woven silk I tread through the the windy grassy pathway, The warm wet woody aroma from the spicy earth, the whistle of the squirrels, the sizzling sound from the bushes, the paraphernalia of the blossoming flowers, all lead me to a few bamboo houses on the hilltop, as i touch the hilltop, The warm rice scent from the houses adds to the glory of the dusk. Sitting on a rock, listening to the kids giggling inside the huts, making the moment sublime, in the wink of an eye i see the twilight, The glittering night sky gleaming with twinkling stars, the song of the wind mark the celebration of a day well-lived. The moon outshines the scene with a promise of another day in a few hours, when a howling dog in the middle of the night, break my deep slumber, and I rise up with a jolt to another day of my city life :-) © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.

The Moth, My Friend ! Tonight I lie down on my bed, With tears overflowing... The salted drops gently pat my cheeks A buzzing moth The only friend in my room , Keeps telling me in words resounding... Wake up buddy from this never-ending slumber of sadness The calendar year has changed , it had changed and will keep changing always, All stays the same But what should stay unchanged is the smiling spirit on the face, So let the hurt do what it does Don’t battle it out Don’t question it You just stay pure Forgive all Forgive yourself Release all Release yourself It keeps proclaiming, “Tomorrow is another new day, O my child” Fall asleep with only love in your being Nothing holds true But only love Let the hurt do what it does Don’t battle it out but only smile. © Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.