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Reya Mehrotra Poem
I saw a glimpse of gold while flying in the sky.
I saw a glimpse of life while flying in the sky,
I saw a glimpse of serenity while flying in the sky,
I saw a maddening joy in the sky,
I felt a never experienced delight in the sky,
As if the sun had spread a golden carpet for me to walk on the rustling white silk clouds,
As if the clouds had come together to form mountains for me to climb,
As if the sky showed some extra shades of blue to decorate the royal heavenly ceiling,
I felt, as if a veteran painter had painted this magnificent scene to mesmerize my wondrous eyes.
Thousands of feet above the land, I felt more at home, in the sky.
The Sky - where there is no limit to rise,
Where the evening gold of the sun melts and the diamond studded blacks of the night sky rule the world.
With such great comrades who would never leave my side, I felt more at home high above. I felt more connected to the immortal sun painted with hues of red, the silver moon that never fails to glow, the clouds stretched as the carpets of heaven,
Than to the dynamic, duplicitous mortal beings.
My freedom, I realized.
Blessed are the birds who stay high above and cherish the luxuries of nature.
Copyright © Reya Mehrotra | Year Posted 2016
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To The Most Beautiful One Out There Who Is Yet To Sense The Grey Shades!
To The Eyes That Need No Words To Convey The Soul,
As Mesmerising, As Magical, As Deep, As The Silent Unmoving Ocean,
Hiding A Thousand Secrets Down Under!
To The One Who Needs No Curve Of The Lips To Convey Her Happiness,
But Just A Look And She Smiles Through Her Eyes!
To The One Who Sees Within, Through Her Hypnotic, Searching, Wide Eyes,
Which Make Apparent Who You Are Inside Out!
To The One Who Conveys Her Modesty Without Actions,
Her Love Without Appeal, Her Sensitivity Without Touch!
Her Voice Like The Hum Of The Birds Ruling The Dawn,
Like A Melodious Yet Soft Tune, Like The Sound Of The Raindrops Falling,
From High Above The Gates Of Heaven
And She Calls Out Like The Sweetest Song Of Romance!
Her Proud Moves Like That Of The Peacock Walking With Pride,
Yet With A Hint Of Gratitude!
She Walks In Beauty Like A Bride Walking Down The Aisle,
With Much Elan And Grace!
Her Heart, The Purest Dwelling Of Emotions,
Dominated By Most Affectionate Care!
She Blooms Like The Best Tulips Of The Season,
Refreshing Everyone And Driving Away Melancholy!
She, THE QUEEN OF SPRING, Influences The World With Her Virtues,
Her Aura Like That Of The Most Holy Pilgrim.
She Is None, But ‘A WOMAN OF BEAUTY’ !
Copyright © Reya Mehrotra | Year Posted 2016
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Reya Mehrotra Poem
A September Of Paradoxes
Penning down the surreal moments is one of the most self-exploratory and meditative, yet fulfilling and enriching experience! But some instances need not be pondered over much, to put them into paper; and so, I let my thoughts flow…!
When days are dull and the grey spreads its wings;
When flowers don’t bloom and greens turn pale;
A month of changes when the sunshine turns its face away;
And the covetous Autumn leaps out of its comforting bed to sweep away the complexion of bliss!
This is the time when, what is taken away, is given back with added sugar, or say, spice to cover up the dark woes;
The time which leads to heartfelt laughter and , heart aching grief;
You may curse or feel utterly blessed!
The time which spins your head to every possible way;
This “weird pack of 30 days” , may take you through the entire circle of life!
It’s that September which makes you weaker, but then stronger than you previously were;
Sublimates the suaveness of notions and makes you pragmatic;
Teaches you to fall and then rise again in victory, and eventually- Your Self Worthiness!
It is said- “That Sadness Is Much More Preferable Which Is The Harbinger Of Joys, Rather Than The Joy Which Is The Harbinger Of Sorrows.”
The aroma of these dazzling days casts a strong mystic spell. It’s strange how one September can bring a drastic change in you, when years and years of striving don’t and sweeps you off your feet with the charms of yearning passion!
This September of paradoxes leaves a deep imprint on my mind, with things I would want to forget and with those I would like to keep close to me forever!
And I term this unforgettable September as “A September Of Paradoxes”!
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In a cloudy dark night I lay restless,
My dreams speak my heart out, so I am afraid to sleep,
Because when I sleep I know the things in my heart would come to the fore, to my mind,
And I would be intent on following my mind which would have followed my heart.
So here I am, in a cloudy dark night, lying restless staring at a starless night.
Is it true? Is it real?
I think as I walk into my dream world touching the delicate glass like perfected world that shatters as I try to touch it.
A warmth felt like never before is the atmosphere of this world,
A feeling like never before is the aura of this world,
I walk on the meadows full of morning dew, the touch of it brightening up my face.
My hair caressed by the windy blows makes me rejoice the misty world.
I pray for this eternal bliss to be with me forever as I get enchanted by this mystifying spell on me.
I have been waiting to be in bliss like for a thousand years and here I am living it all in a just the blink of an eye as everything around me starts to turn back to what it had been!
And there I lay staring at a starless sky in a dark night that again triggers into my mind my world, my very own world of reality.
No, this was no Cindrella story, but just an incomplete story that could be true someday!
Until that day I would lie, staring at a starless sky, trying to find out one little twinkling star that struggles to shine in a dark night and would lose myself in the mystic spell of this dark night each day, because I believe that after a dark, stormy night, the stars do come out and shine, ruling the sky!
Copyright © Reya Mehrotra | Year Posted 2016
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A thousand miles to go,
I wander on the mysterious paths of life
Believing in the divine
Bogged down by the strenuous journey,
Yet unabashedly marching forthright.
Challenges, fears, troubles, I overcome,
Grow, look back, perplexed, at the momentum
At which I conquer the demons of my fate.
Copyright © Reya Mehrotra | Year Posted 2016
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