A Tryst With Life :)

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.