A Tryst With Life :)

  With selfless love, Comes the persecution. With every blessing, Comes the opposition. Blessed are the ones, Persecuted for love, Persecuted for righteousness. Beaten and bruised, The aching heart, becomes the key, for the doorway to the heavens. This persecution- makes the path to God easier and clearer Your goodness that brought out their worst, Having suffered for your love and righteousness, Let not this affliction mellow down the spirits. With heads held high, Welcome the brand new day, With greater blessings. Be ready to handle all the blessings, Let HIM fight all your battles, Leave all the persecution to be lifted by HIM. © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.

 “Some people will tell you there is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.”–Ralph Waldo Emerson Tea my forever mate, Black, green, oolong, white or Pu -erh, Never fails to please me. Dreary days, Teary days, Days of cheerfulness, Days of success, The thought of a  cup of tea, Fills me with contented peace. Situations are never so bleak, For a cup of tea not to remind me a reason to gleam. Tea, The constant reminder of the Lord’s mercies on me. Sitting elegantly in the old encrusted stout teapot, Reminding of the endless conversations Of the past  Present  And many more to come. This calm-after-the-storm drink, has the perfect aroma  lingering the senses. These tea leaves, Make a fragrant bouquet for my life! © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.

  In the deepest of winters, In the quest of searching for the invincible summer within me, Tucked up in the warm snuggly bed, This winter speaks to me! The smoky nutty aroma from the tall overflowing  coffee mug, Validates the winters-onset. The delectable cinnamon rolls, fresh from the oven, with warm melted butter oozing out, adds sweetness to the  deep bitterness of  the steamy dark brown coffee mug. Days are short now, Nights are long. A line of golden warm lively candles  stands tall and shining, lighting my room with the beauty unseen, adding radiance to the chamomile and chrysanthemum flowers  at the bedside. Driving away the cold darkness, The sweet scent of the pillar candles and fragrant flowers, Re-assures the sweet promises life holds. The dark days,  and the chilly nights, give the necessary break, to take stock of life. With the warmth, scent, food, and flowers, This loving winter's embrace, is a perfect therapeutic remedy, for setting the life right! © Meghna, 2021,

The sun and the moon, Told, to let them go, Not to hold on tightly, But let it loose. People come in and go from our lives, To fulfill a specific role. Like a tangy dressing  on the salad. Like a fertilizer,  for a glorious harvest. Few come to teach you passion, So you may realize, how it was like to be loved less and not full. Few come to teach you hatred, So you may value how others loved you with heart-full. Few come to test your patience, So you may dance to tunes of, past fun-times, And make the future bright and clear. Few bring along times magical, Just to make you realize how it is to live-full. Few come just to disrespect and bring tears, So you may know about their insecurities, And make your own shield strong. All come to teach, Good or bad, Just let them go, As each role gets fulfilled. Don’t cling onto people, But to the lessons learned. © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.

  Modern-day relationships are a pretentious race, As they are busy racing, Wearing a cosmetic face. Cheating on each other is their saving grace, doing it artfully,  without leaving a trace. When one is honest, then the other uses, When one uses, the other breaks. When both use, the poison penetrates. When both are honest, can never be the case, after all this is a relationship and not a flower vase! These days relationships are based on who aces, the one who aces being a masquerade. The one who abuses takes the lead, sabotaging the innocence of the other,  without paying heed. Past poisonous experiences of one, damage the softness of the other one. Two-timing Is in fashion these days, Mind in one place, Heart in another, this is the current trend. Trying to be a winner, declaring other the loser. Who knows who makes it in, after all, it is love and not a gaming pin. It is not them, but God who pays off justly! So friends, just relax, And let the Lord decide  and plan your fate  in st

  Many contemplate it never existed, is imaginary, or maybe it existed once, and now is under the sea. Limited minds can't see the glory it holds, closed hearts can never  feel its prominence, closed eyes can never see it. Limitless minds can perceive, blossoming hearts can dive deep into it. This beautiful city of love and gold, protected with divine invisible forces, life-giving blue waters bordering it, to keep it safe from the outside world. Protecting Atlantis from all the killings, bombings, treachery, deceit, and hatred. Only love and abundance are permitted here! Only smiling faces with beautiful hearts reside here, jewel-toned fragrant flower bushes can be seen as  every house boundary. The sweet scent of the flowers lures the senses, to discover it more. Allowing only, the eternal silence of the sea to breathe in, only love to breathe out, houses are made of crystals and gems, streets are laden with gold and silver, shining bright during mornings and noon. Evenings and ni

  In the cold-winter crisp-night, a grass-green triangular-tree, proudly embellished my dream. With a sparkling bright-star, placed on the top, rendering me, into a whirlwind of dreams. Glittering colorful fairy-lights, criss-crossed the tree in entirety, adding luster to the masterpiece. Standing firm and tall, on the wooden-staff, in the center of my lucid dream. Echoing loud and clear, the promise to bring miracles, of life, into life, before ending the dream. Adding extra thrill to the wonder-tree, the densely-distributed, candy-canes and silvery-baubles, winked at me. Teasing my senses, the bright-colored soft-ribbons, entwined the big-bright-bush in totality. Pleasingly-wrapped from top-to-bottom, just like, a perfectly-packed gift-box, to be gifted to me. Waiting for the reindeers, to bring my Santa on the sleigh, carrying along, the overflowing-bag of precious-gifts, to strike-out the items, before the year ends, in my never-ending list. © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.

  I stand victorious, Defeating the Devil! Victory is all mine, Surrounded by all dancing angels. I speak the victory, Stampeding the vice. I ring the bells of victory, Living life only with the positive. I dance to the happy tunes of victory, By staying away from the deceitful. I sing the smiling melody of victory, By staying away from all the wrong doors. But is it I who is doing it all? Of course not, It is my Lord, who did it all, Is doing, And will keep doing, He is my refuge, My protector. I claim miracles in HIM, I am living them, I stand victorious in HIM. © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.

  Oh God, consider my petition today. God, submerge me in your love.  Take me to places where your endless love prevails.  Take me where your divine beauty engulfs me.  Let only your will and plan prevail.  Protect me from all the deceit and folly.  Stop me fighting all the closed doors. Open all the closed doors only if they give happiness.  You see the things that I do not see.  You are working even when I think you are not working.  You bless me in ways greater than I ever imagined.  Give me unconditional faith, Oh God! Give me the grace to embrace all the closed doors with a big smile.  Fill the wait with a good attitude. Make my brokenness into a breakthrough. Anything that takes me away from you, please take that away from me.  I  joyfully wait to join you after the beautiful journey here.  Take me to the fullness of my destiny. © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.

  Oh, moonlight precious! Cover me with your sheen, Let all my troubles become lean. Oh, moonlight infinite! Wrap me with your dust silver, Fill my spirit with your fragrance richer. Oh, moonlight divine! Drown me into your waters peaceful, Melt me into your charm beautiful. Oh, Moonlight priceless! Envelope me with your silver beams, Let your grace and serenity pierce me from head to toe, And let me forever gleam. Oh, moonlight angelic! Fill my eyes with your spark, Let all my thoughts weary leave me from the dark. Oh, moonlight beatific! Cover my face with your mist and light, Making me glittering starlight. Oh, moonlight godly! Drape me from head to toe with your holy bliss, Bestowing me with a soft holy kiss. Oh, moonlight mysterious! Take me to a fluorescent meadow, Where I can breathe in mysteries magical, Never experienced before. Oh, moonlight beautiful! Take me to a dreamland far-away, Where I can breathe out all my dreams untold, And dance into the coolness of moonlight melod

  There they were, The fragrant and smiling roses on the rose-briar. Tempted to pluck them all. Forgetting the thorns With every pluck, Accompanied the pain of the thorns, The pain of a lifetime. Piercing a wound unhealed. As time passed by, The horrid pain soon turned into pain sweet. Each rose turned into a memory divine. Lessons learned, Wisdom collected. Basking in the sunshine of experiences earned. Gathering each rose, To weave into a garland divine. A precious garland of love and pain, To crown my Saviour’s head. © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.

  Your Grace abounds, Let not my faith fail. Help me fix my eyes, On the countless mercies that abound. Sailing in the unknown, Infuse hope and faith infinitely. Send only the Good, Keep all the harm away. Rebuke all the anxiety and sin, Let your Sovereign hand pull me out of all fear  While waiting for the downpour of countless mercies, Hug me tight and keep me warm in your loving embrace. Water all the parched up parts of my soul, Renew my spirit forever. Don't let my feet fail, Hold my hands forever, For I am Yours and You are Mine. © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.

  The most powerful man in history, He had no servant, yet we called him Master. He had no degree, yet we called him Teacher. He had no medicines, yet we called him Healer. He had no army, yet authorities feared him. He fought no battles, yet he conquered the world. He was scorned by many, yet he kept forgiving all. He committed no crime, yet he was crucified. He was buried in a tomb, yet he lives today and forever. With the most  beautiful, glorious, powerful name, He is my Jesus. The Master of Parables, I love him forever. I need him every moment,  just like the mortal body needs oxygen to live. © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.

  I cannot believe my eyes, I am surrounded with dazzling winged fireflies, I stand and stare, Trying to make myself believe. Getting constant hugs, from these glittering flashes of light. These sparkling stars light up my world , While I fall asleep. The angelic stars, Keep infusing light into my tired eyes. Trying to teach me how to sing, dance and breathe, Never to give up, They are a make-believe reality. Losing track of time, Nowadays I stay awake while I am asleep. Hoping to keep them in a jar forever with me, Never letting them to go away from me. These are glittering fireflies of my life.  © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.

When you are with me, What should I be scared of ? What should I complain about ? Lay your hands on me always Please be with me forever. You are the ocean of eternal knowledge You are my ship, and you are my destination You are my efforts, and you are my victory You are my heart, and you are emotions Please be with me always. When you are with me  the world is with me, Never go away from me even for a moment Love you only, forever ! Pact Sealed ! © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.

  She danced under the quiet moonlight, In the nature-built mansion, Somewhere in the blue-black forest, With fragrant flowers in her hair, Clothed in radiance, Barefoot and with starry eyes, She saw beauty in everything but herself. The forest rejoiced her presence, Time slowed down, Moments to last forever. She danced to the divine tunes. With a free spirit, she danced to the melody of the wind in the dancing trees. The diamond stars were her diadem. The world she created was filled with beautiful magic. It was, is and will continue to be her paradise, for life to occupy in love and peace. © Meghna, 2021, All rights reserved.