CrossRoads

So we parted ways,
Hoping against all hopes that
Our roads would cross again;
You personify the meaning of your name - a flower,
The fragrance still lingers in my life!
We never know where the crossroads would lead us to..
Someday when I lie on my death bed,
If you cannot be by my side,
The flower will remind me of you.

Nostalgia

Two years and a few hours have passed.
But the moment will be remembered forever..

An Angel

You had arrived as an angel
to transform my life
You had taken on the world for me,
whenever you saw me in distress
You had been resilient
in the toughest of times
You had taught me life
but may be I was overwhelmed
and chose flight as the primrose path
I couldn't give you much but
I still need your blessings
for the journey ahead..
as they say..life has to go on..

Mirror Image

She knew, this had to happen some day.
It was she who brought it upon herself.
But this was the least she could do, in lieu of
the lessons she had learnt..
All it felt was ..she was leaving her life behind..

Of Godliness .....

Does God manifest Himself in a better way...
Of that I wonder...
Every moment that passes by helps me reinstate my faith in You...
You are nowhere far..but within me,
within that soul which effaces itself..
You steal a glance at me in that moment that is worth a lifetime...
Of the trials and tribulations, I hold no grudge...
May You have a share of my happiness,
and I a share of Your misfortunes in return...
May all the hues of the rainbow
light up the voyage You have set Your eyes upon...

Utopia...

I wish I was born in a world…
Where humans don’t draw the dagger against each other….
Where friends don’t refuse to acknowledge each other..
Where women don’t have to worry before stepping out alone…
Where nature is not tampered with…
Where every being is held in due respect..
Where religion, caste, creed and color cease to matter…
Where creatures live and let live…

May be it’s an utopia…
But may my journey be cut short in the most legitimate manner
Before it degrades any further….

The panacea

Nothing can soothe my mind better than good music and may be good literature(which I discovered quite late)……
Books and music can indeed be one’s best friends. Nothing feels better than receiving genuine comments on one’s creative pursuits. Even if they are negative sometimes, they help one grow.
My mentor in Rabindrasangeet is one of the finest ladies I have ever met. She sings extremely well. There is a particular style in the pronunciation of Tagore’s words which can be mastered by a few. All these years spanning over a few decades, she has continued pursuing her passion for music in the finest possible way. Still she continues to learn even today and thus inspire others ……