A Tryst With Life :)

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.

  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.

  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 t...

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.

  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 m...

  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.

  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.

Many have written you down in words, Few in their hearts, Lovers etch you in their longing, Astronauts try to touch you, Continuing to wax and wane, You continue to steal the sunlight. Tonight when I try to talk to you, You are perfect or maybe not, Engulfed with emotions You remind me of being alive. Playing games with me, With clouds between you and me, O, Silvery Moon! Radiant and Bright Bestow thy Beauty and Charm Make me afloat in thee. O Robber of the sunlight! You are the light of the world, Your followers never walk in darkness, But in the light of love benign! © Meghna, 2020, 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.