Reminiscence

True Love isn’t something to be ‘said’ n ‘heard’ – But something to be ‘given’ n ‘felt’… Isn’t something to be possessed – But something to set free… Isn’t something to be infatuated with – But something to be worshipped… Isn’t something to ask for – But something to be given… Isn’t the passion of the mortal heart – But the virtue of the hidden soul… Isn’t the Glory of the peacock’s Wings – But the Beauty of its Crooked Leg… Isn’t something for a fortnight – But something for an eternity… Isn’t the form of a human – But God’s imagery… 12 th February, 2011… 5:25 pm…

When I sit there–all alone– In the boughs of Apple tree I feel the voice of Nature call, And realize kind Nature’s glee… When I sit there–all alone– In the lonesome of my room My mind at peace echoes, and I– Realize how peacefulness does bloom… When I sit there–all alone– In crowds of people, bustling by All happy, bright and shining; I Realize how colourful world is my… When I sit there–all alone– On a bench in lush green park The Sun sets, darkening the world I realize importance of skylark… When I sit there–all alone– On terrace, feeling sad and low– You come and pat me with moist eyes, I realize that Love is slow… When I sit there–all alone– And with hung head I curse my fate– You hug me – And make me realize No matter what, it’s never too late… When I sit there–all alone– I realize I’m never so lone For He is there – At Day, At Night– Beneath the Sun, Beneath the Moon… 11 th April, 2011… 1:00pm… :)

You spin a hand and light beams dance At Your wink all the spirits play- And burst and mingle up all they As Planets watch in gleeful trance… They blend, they mix, dissolve and then Break up into young’uns of Light, Forming new spirits of new Might- Have different features-one Origin… You then carve, out of Simple Dust- Garments for the new Souls of Mirth; Wearing them they descend on Earth- From womb, as foet, covered with rust… Thus i was born amongst them all, With shaking legs I’d fallen, when- You took my hand in Yours just then And rose me from my awkward crawl… And then it was-You started it! You helped my fly with Broken Wing You sent me flowers every Spring, And in Your Lap You bade me sit… You gave me Rainbow with the rain Played snowball with me in winters Sent Sun, in Summers,-in Letters Of Love and Care to ease my Pain… Blissfully, Confidentl...

“I wanna be a doctor!” “I wanna be at sea!” “I wanna be a painter!” “And engineering for me!” My friends then looked at me and said, “Hey Megha, how ‘bout u?” But all I could do was to look And say that I don’t know… They would but stare n say,”Oh, please! Don’t with us play a game! Who would be such a fool as that Not to know her own aim?” They made me think, they made me feel, They made me reflect and muse, “Am I aimless? An unwanted? Am a born for no use?” “Am I merely a no-one? Simply a nobody? A useless burden on the earth With no identity?” At night I slept and had a dream Or rather had a nightmare I was tormented by unimportance Oh! It gave me such a scare! Then I asked God, saying,”Oh lord! Am I on earth just to die? Have I no destiny to live? Will in dust my memories lie?” He just smiled and stroked my head, “All are important in some course. Created for a purpose they are. Don’t worry! You’ll find...