Peace Filled My Soul

My soul began to float

Away from my body

The throbbing in my heart

Seemed to be washed away,

The silence in the valley

Filled my soul,

Finally I am at peace.

Was it the wind blowing over?

Like a cool blanket holding me in a cuddle,

Or was it the greenery of the valley,

That was luring away my troubled soul?

I stood at the banks of the stream

Trying hard to smile,

As the Sun’s ray fell on the stream

Like a mirror’s reflection, there was my face.

I looked around me

Everywhere I could see life

The churning stream’s sound

Reminded me of girls laughter,

The swaying leafs of, children on a swing.

The squirrels running about,

The birds carrying twigs,

The ants making their nests,

The bee’s humming’s……..

Everything around me

Was, so full of life.

As though an aura of energy

Draped the valley.

I again looked at the stream

And there, was a smiling face.

Was it the aura of energy?

Draping the valley,

That lit through my face?

I stood there unsure, watching the smile

Like a river joining the sea,

The peace of the valley filled in my soul.

----Mers

Scriblings from the heart [3]

"I knew i seemed a joker to the world,

I knew they laughed behind my back

Through my sorrows and smiles,

They passed by unmoved.

Yet why do i care about them?

Why do i wish they understand?

I have stood through their tears,

Holding their hands,Lending my shoulder,

Yet why is it that there is ,

Nobody near,through my fear?

I need them the most and....

They are nowhere around.....

Deep into a corner i shrink in

As the world around moves on...

----Mers

The Excerpts from a Chat.....

The beginning of love is like movies. It’s the most amazing thing. But eventually the shine fades. That is when life starts.....

I think true love is a much different explanation....
Love is like a candle which imparts light and burns itself within till it’s over.... Not philosophy but the truth.
Love is something that evolves and not what we demand and get.
Look at it this way, love is there in every relation. Between u and me, mother and daughter, sun and earth....It fills the universe.

Sometimes we go seeking love, but it’s not something u get on asking. We have to be open to receive it.

Look at the most beautiful relation of mother and child.
A woman the moment she knows she has become a mother loves her child because she believes the child is hers alone. From the moment she is conceived, carrying and till when she sees the face of her newborn she develops so much affection, openness and longiness for the child that she believes her baby to be the most beautiful angel....
No matter the color, no matter if the baby is handicapped or retarded or anything.
Only what fills her eyes is love and only love is what flows out from her.
Even if tomorrow the child grows to be the cruelest human a mother's love for her child never ends. This is true love.
We love babies because we are open with them; we believe the innocence of their eyes. We trust them.
Love is something that happens. Don’t go seeking love.
Just be in love with everything about you and then definitely you’ll realize love....
Much better said, love is like a butterfly. Don’t chase it. It will come to you. Wait for the butterfly, but with faith that you'll receive it.

--- Mers

UNNAMED

Why has been your name,
So hard to forget? 

Why does your smiling face,                             
Haunt me every night? 

Why hasn't time ,
Washed away your memory?


My every dream, you are there

My every breath chants your name 
Why is it so ??....


When there is so much to say, 
These walls of silence built around us,
My pride, ego failing me to bow....


Maybe a hello, a hi 
Could end the tiff, i know..... 
And yet again, 


My pride, ego fails me to bow.....

---Mers

“ To Maya Miss – With Love ”

A year has passed since the  departure of my very affectionate teacher, but I cherish her lovely smile .She was one among those who kept pushing me hard so that I would make full use of my potentials. Who imparted confidence and morals to my life and always told me never to give up…..I don’t have a picture to share here…. But here is my token of remembrance….

                    

                       “To Maya Miss – With love”

“As I brushed my hands through my old notes,

My hands fell upon my old record notes

I leisurely turned over the contents

And my gaze fell upon a signature

My heart was stung, sensing

The signatory was no more…..

To me, she was not only a teacher

But more of a mother

Someone who coaxed me with her smile

She was strict, yet gentle

Affectionate and very humble.

And, today as I stare at her signature

Struggling to grasp the fact she is no more,

Her words ring through my ears,

“Keep trying…….YOU CAN!!!......”

Emotions are gushing through me,

But, I must keep trying…..

----- Mers