Meenakshi




I LOVE YOU

Scintillating glimpses of your smile,
Beholding close for a while,
Said to me one day, I hope to see you.

Inches apart at heart, years depart,
Still feeling as fresh as morning dew.
Said to me one day, I hope to hear you.

Twilight so bright, colours divide,
Come and make me new,
Said to me one day, I hope to be with you.

Miraculous and Divine, feeling so fine.
Oh! Hold my breath, he's all mine
He said to me Today, I Love You.


........2015

A tribute to the Riot struck

A tribute, An Homage

Days are better, we are all fine
There it's bitter, Oh divine....

Prayers unturned, blessings returned.
Hopes they gathered, all fully shattered.

No milk, for child to drink.
Some food, but not so good.

It makes me cry, to see the swollen eye.
How will one forget, those days gone by.

All spoken, through words unspoken.
Shelter and heart, both together been broken.

The agony felt, cannot be shared.
The calamity faced, cannot be dared.

Countless souls burried, living and alive,
under numerous bricks, all immobile.

To each soul that has gone by,
I bid them all a warm good bye.

May each soul rest in peace,
My earnest prayer, though just for peace.

I wish it was only a nightmare.
Life full of Love and Lots of Care.

.....1998.


Song on Buddha

Come, Bless me Buddha,
Come and bless me peace.

Come let's fly, Come let's glow.
Want to shine, Want to show.
Let the sunshine flower blow.
Come, bless me Buddha.
Come bless me peace.

Come let's sink, come let's sip.
Want to blink, Want to dip.
Let us reach the mountain tip.
Come, bless me Buddha.
Come bless me peace.

Come let's sing, come let's dance.
Want to linger, Want a chance.
Let the inner voice romance.
Come, bless me Buddha.
Come bless me peace.

Come let's surrender, come let's cry.
Want to wander, Want to try.
Let the rivers never dry.
Come, bless me Buddha.
Come bless me peace.

.........2013

Happiness

I seem to fear, to accept
what I foresee in my quest
to rediscover happiness.

How it should make a way
to my heart, to make me gay,
I seem to fear to admit.

Though bestowed but not in reach,
all mine, though who shall teach,
I seem to fear to reach.

I tell myself, not to crawl,
No wonders, at the cost of fall,
I seem to fear to check my feet.

Oh! The supreme, holy, divine,
Be mine, Be mine, Be mine.
I seem to fear to say.

........1998


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