Grateful.

I wish to hem my blessings -
with threads of gratitude.
I am conscious of my treasure -
and grateful for its abundance.

I wish to deeply appreciate -
all my blessings this day.
With awe, pleasure and gratitude -
and repeat it all over again.

There is a quiet joy in me today -
joy of a different kind.
for I am blessed with the luxury of love -
love that brings calm to my mind.

I wish to thank all there is to thank -
for this beautiful gift that has become mine.
I wish to sing a thousand prayers -
for it to forever and more remain mine.

Gargi.

Happiness

Like the first monsoon rain
    that comes pouring down without hesitation
Like the baby's uninhibited laughter
    proof of a soul that couldn't be free-er
Like the mother's love unconditional
    beyond all boundaries and every fear
Like all of the above, pure, true and blessed
    is my happiness, which lately, knows no bounds! :)

Gargi

Doesn't matter to me

When the clouds rake up a sorry storm,
  When they thunder up against the norm,
People crave for shelter, safety and calm.
  To me, it doesn't matter: for I've your arms, my universal balm.

When friends cheat, loot or don't care,
  When loved ones are away with no time to spare,
People brood, cry, give themselves a melancholy day.
  To me, it doesn't matter: for I've in you, my best friend in every way.

When life gets stubborn, sullen in an unforgiving way,
  When all paths close, except the ones of pain and shame,
People get disheartened, discouraged and maimed.
  To me, it doesn't matter: for I've your love, it always wins me every game.

Gargi

I hold you in awe.

I sometimes wonder
about the success phenomenon
would it ever behold me in it's juvenile attraction?
The show offs, the talkers
the screamers, the followers
those that shout their accomplishments
those that look down on other sentiments.

Alas the only thing they could ever do to me -
is increase my disgust, my disrespect, my pity.

That lone man on the distant land
whose voice is anything but noise
in whose work radiant perfection throbs
he who couldn't care less about me,
about you, about our impressions or assumptions.
The only thing that could ever move him -
an idea, a passion, a thought, may be?

Alas no force in the world can hold me back -
my respect, my awe, my heart, my thanks.

Why is there such unmissable charm in humility? Why is there such power in understated achievements? Why cant any amount of money, marketing or pure gab beat pure, consistent and unpolluted ability? Thank god for that unmatched radiance that lends itself only to men of genuine ability, detached passion and consistent excellence. Thank god that nothing can beat down a person true to his abilities.

Thank god for small mercies.

Gargi

Spoilt for choice

Live gives me options
the first is called wealth
in whose shelter, I can live
the life of luxury and stealth.

Then there is a second
it is called fame
fame that spins me a rare story
it can give me wealth and glory.

Happiness, the third is named
elusive, mysterious and slippery
if you choose this, says life
your time will know no pain, no strife.

Spoilt for choice, I am offered love as fourth
deep, lasting, enduring and true
Love that knows no language, no boundaries
Love that can bring peace to you.

Me with my presumptuous, cocky confidence,
I disregard all choices.
I ask for you.
Life, in all its innocence, offers me my due.

I smile as I receive all of wealth, fame, happiness and love,
in their purest form, rare and true - you.

Gargi