Starting afresh in life is a tough task. Many prefer to be deaf to the whisper in the inner self that pleads for a change in the manner we conduct ourselves. Some do this as they are happy not getting into the struggle that is part of the beginning days of one’s interior transformation. This poem depicts the struggle of one’s inner self in accepting the need for self transformation in the form of a conversation between his soul and the Lord.
Where to my dear, now your sailing? You seem all weak of past failing. Somehow I grasp your soul’s feeling One that, in depth, longs for healing. On that ev’ning, when you were hurt, And you chose to open your heart, Well, that day our friendship did start. Can I say now, we both won’t…
This poem depicts a mother who lost her little girl during a bombing in Syria. We see her carrying some mushroom,the favourite dish of her child,to the place where her child was torn into pieces.
It’s been long, we’re no more strong ‘Cause you’re gone, our hearts are worn Dada, we still cry, our eyes never dry This our loss, is so painful a cross. Bhabi still bakes, your favourite cakes Prishu still waits, for you at gates Life can’t retreat, but we repeat We wait your greeting, at heaven’s…
Hold me up, my Lord, I wanna walk
Let me die, just to live in you.
For You and You alone, my Lord,
Can fill my being, quench my thirst.
Vox Divini 