A Tryst With Life :)

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, T

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.