It is a touch
that resurrects as such
a cry so shrill
evokes a thrill
comes there a feel
that allows a heal
as you blossom
love and hate coerce
with the ‘I ‘ so fierce
death almost stares
with a white glare
everything do fade
as water evaporates in grade
there descends an awe
that transcends without a flaw
be it a pebble or a star in strain
an enlightenment attained
with relentless discipline .
There opens the eight entry in line
of consciousness in spontaneity
pours out ideas with dignity
enamoured by the sweet talk
like the grass and grasshopper in a stalk
echo the mantra of the Padma Sambhava
a seven line chant of the Tibetan bhava
reverberates through the open window
illumined by light and blessings from above
could perceive a delivery in a glow
Meenas Poems 