Cheers to Friendship!

This one is for friends, a relationship that does not have a crisp beginning or end

When hearts connect, thoughts meet they are ever ready to greet

When there is a conflict, silence prevails waiting for time to heal 

Or a movie like ‘Dil Chahta Hai’ or ‘Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara’ to bring back that zeal!

Those little big secrets as we grow

That kind smile or hug, their care they show

And when you meet the school ones after aeons

Time freezes glittering the eyes like neons

Some stand like a rock through thick and thin

Their advice we may not like but they want us to win

A bond we choose at our will

Tested through times, it stands still!

                                                          —Megha Sharma

Moon and the Moms

Lunar - relating to the Moon. 

Moon - The symbolic for the Feminine.

Solar - relating to the Sun. 

Sun- The symbolic for the Masculine.

With our mothers we map the Moon. Its phases in sync with their cycles.

My Mom, ‘Rakesh’ describes her best in its complete glory on a full moon night.

My Mom in Law, ‘Shashi’ ; the moonlight refreshing our souls.

Could this be a coincidence or am I a daughter of the Moon!

The Name Connect!

The bright blue sky attracts me the most

Intermittent white clouds like snow, crowning the view

I often sit near my windowsill looking out, absorbing the beauty of them floating

Right now they were here and now nowhere

Leaving no mark but surely an impact which lingers on with me.

And sometimes it is cloudy

Their complexion turns from white to grey, until they are dark witholding the precipitation 

The parched soil awaits its share of shower, after all the clouds were formed when she allowed evaporation

And then they fulfil their promise, soaking her making her content.

It rained all night!

And then the dawn cleared with the Sun ready to shine

Its first rays, the red ones bringing life and warmth all around

That is what it is, Megha; the clouds and Rohit; the first rays of the Sun!

To the 'King Cobra'

You crawl with your body to the ground

Keeping it low, alert on every sound

Stone deaf you are but you can hear

The mysticism engulfs you in all its sphere

'Shiva' knows it way too well to deny

So he places you higher than the highest perception,  the opening of his third eye!

On 'Nag Panchami', we bow down to you!

Seek your blessings as we revere you

To enlighten us the way you are

For we wish to seek that afar!

                                           ---Megha Sharma

'Hariyali Teej'

'Teej', the third day of the waxing moon

'Hariyali Teej' because the greenery is a boon

Mother nature's way to replenish all life

The festival celebrated by worshipping 'Shiva' and his wife.

For dichotomy is the way, for Union they Sway

Shiva and Shakti

The Ida and the Pingala

The Yin and the Yang

Festival and Food go hand in hand

 'Malpua' produced from the kitchen stand

'Coz only when the taste buds are satiated

Does the day receive its full credit

Women ensemble in the 'solah sringar'

Shining bright like a Goddess, a star

And Mother Earth glows with each shower

Ripe in its full glory, all set to start a new story!

                                            - Megha Sharma

Forgive and Forget

Forgive and Forget

The phrase my convent nuns tried hard we accept

Every morning assembly or moral science class, it was thus

"Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us'

As an adolescent, something the mind was not ready to trust

The play of hormones, the adrenalin rush

The start of youth, the emotional gush

The friendship bonds, the pinky swear

Nascent relationships had nothing to spare

And so we grew with concrete thoughts

Living a life out of sorts!

Until the 'Kriya Yoga' melted it all

The connect with the Supreme, that was 'The Call'!

Tears of ecstasy brimmed in each cell

To a point one could experience not tell

And then the heart let it all go

Put on a marvellous show

To break the ice yet not consider it a sacrifice

That feeling to be free

The Soul goes spree

Because I had moved on

Let bygones be bygones

This moment is a beautiful beginning

To cherish new happening

For only when you forgive and forget

The life is reset!

                                                        --Megha Sharma

'Bulbuls' -The Pair

A new chirp pulled us out

The direction was clear, the balcony in the North

Tip toe with the phone camera on

Trying to capture the show but it was gone

Our heads swung left and right, for we couldn't afford to lose the sight

What should we see, we had no clue 

Only a soft, gentle coo

And then they were in a pair

Hopping the branches they'd share

Their distinct crest, the plumage a drab, red-vented 

How fab!

Nature's artwork at its best

No camera could capture the duet

They deserved more than photography

A love filled pair, with no despair

That could stand testing times bonded by heart

Until death do them part

And then a soft tickle ran down our spine

We both knew it was 'Divine'!

                                                 --Megha Sharma