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 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.

  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 pl...

  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. Eveni...

  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....