You pen your moods with grace ,
Restoring trust and faith in Lord’s Grace,
Restoring faith in humaneness of human race,
Restoring confidence in one’s self,
Restoring poise in efforts of self & others.
Its Love
As I cast a fleeting glance….
To grasp the spirit of your ode,
My glimpse persists to gaze…
Amazed at the admiration of an inspiration…
Inspiration to breathe in…
Inspiration that breathes within. !!!
My India
My India…by Vishesh
With such reverence ..
You mention our motherland
With great pride….
We bond here in her praise
With devotion for worship
We bind hands in prayer
With discipline and attitude
We bind and bond in responsibilities
With courage and foresight
We march ahead steady
Whilst we envision .&.
Towards realizing our visions.
Life Is Too Short
Life is short….
That’s what makes life interesting
Moments spent with love is short
That’s what makes reminiscing longer
Spasms of pain are short
That’s what sets the healing quicker
Trap of apprehensions are short
That’s what gauges our resolve to solve
Life is short….
That’s what makes life interesting
Quiet
Throbbing with passion galore,
Benevolent in love.. it waits….
Waits for agitated moments to pass by,
Waits for tranquil moments to arrive
Enveloped in time’s silence .. it waits…
Engulfed in time’s quietness.. it waits….
Untouched
Unhindered compassion ,
Unchecked emotions … pave way, for
Unlimited energy… towards attaining
Unspoken silence.. and,
Untouched words.. imparting,
Unconditional knowledge towards,
Understanding soul.
I Still Remember
UPDATE:-
I am canceling this post for reasons that shall be disclosed only in private
I feel bad and sad for what has happened
Taking us down the memory lane,
Soaring higher up, with love’s light.
Reminiscing her glance and touch,
Reveling her presence in silence’ bliss.
Words fail me as I read your memoir,
Memoirs on your muse..in this magnificent portrayal.
Beauty
Beauty within blossoms,
Spreading its scent far and near,
Soaring with winds and,
Fluttering amongst butterflies.
Ugly is not be scorned..for lack of beauty,
Scorned be the ugly thought ..for lack of vision,
To be seen with a better vision,
For.. ugly is indeed a beauty with difference.
Quiet Moments
Silence serene..stirs the soul,
Seeking self..seeing in self.
Straying thoughts sorts as dreams,
Soulful thoughts approach these dreams.
Seeking self..seeing in self,
Silence serene..stirs the soul.
Wind
Hard times and pressing thoughts
Chokes the life’s force from throbbing heart
Whiff of wind..waft of air
Washes all clogs..reviving love’s force within heart
Word of trust.. wish for goodness
Harnesses will-power…to raise like a phoenix from a fallen heart