His Light!

My Beloved,

Thou often ask, "why have I kept you here"

But only when thy thoughts-silence...

My murmur songs you hear

My Broken ones are most precious

As they are my light on earth

They sing songs of hope!

For they've befriended pain like none.

The light sprinkles as dust through their broken-selves

For their words bring peace,

Where turmoils of minds are lost in thoughts so black

I've placed you here as light!

That thy broken body seek...

For you're ready to listen to my voice that speaks of blue mulberry trees...

& as orange drops of fragrance, that lights the sunlight beams...

I speak of a world that pain in wisdom alone brings.

Thy pain has made Thou sweet

As it weaves words of Peace!

Yet! Thou wonder what's thy purpose, to that I say

"But To Be Available Only To Me!"

For my children's have forgotten themselves in this mad chase of life...

Where minds of such apathy loose direction of sight!

Hence my broken ones Alone

Breathes Hope through all turmoils...

For If I willed for Thou to be such remember it was only so that;

Through all of thy cracks you could no longer contain My Light!

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Today in the park Coco & I sat after a long time, under the August sky that brings forth cool breeze, as clouds of fluff lay soft drifting on winds. We sat forgetting the painful nights, where this autoimmune disease flare-up has once again made the painful spots on my scalp inflamed leaving me gasping for breath

As we sat taking in the wind these words were whispered as poem to me.

This pain has made me traverse through planes of soul.

Only Coco could have walked besides me through it all, As we gather these songs of earth & when darkness of pain try to swallow us, we spill on it our music, that sprinkles as light-dust

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Copyright: Meghna/2019