Writers' Choice

In my world--------- Stars speak through haloed range of galaxies. Words whisper memories of infancy and dreams. Fantasy serenades existential calm and power. Excitement echoes surrender and serenity to purpose. Social norms, are nothing more than abracadabra. Your paints and sketches touch my imagination. Love decks curiosity in sapphire glamour----   Hues of ethereal ignorance multiplies freedom And Bliss drops like nectar in sweet ecstasy To pump feeling, the heart has never felt before.

I love to dream about my incandescent past That left me with tears, no agony could surmise. My jelly skepticism bleached into tiny forms Of multitude fantasies, in songs and taste. The taste buds responded and I glued to Him for more,of what,I could never comprehend Or dare to imagine. The rattling symphony of sarees and shoes--- The booming bell, with its Suprabhatam twang--- the shiny eucalyptus with its barks to make Chris Mom gifts--- Called me for excursion and I trailed along their path.. To glow into an orb that destiny should have designed. Otherwise with all the peachy paraphernalia   and the commensurate decadence of values and custom, Survival would have been punishment, and desire to grow, a sin.                                                                 ***********************

This is life- All tears and smiles... Live it through a while awhile... Give it so that love never ends... Get yourself through Such that mind remains bent! For He is the One Above and alone That shoots our pictures When moments are gone. He is the laughter in trials and fears. He is the song That sings in our ears. Carry His message   To create anew A moment of the heart, A life renewed.

Let me give the me I call mine, and experience the bliss You gave me Let me hold the me in my hand, and forecast the strength You bore me. Let me be a magic for sometime, and give Thee my heart You swore me. Let me be the philosopher's stone and guide You the message You wrote me. Let me be the song for sometime and dance the tune You filled me Let me be the atom You called Mine, and be the same You sketched me.