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Shine On Me...

noreply@blogger.com (Ruchi Kochhar) — Wed, 25 Jun 2014 18:48:00 +0000

When the stars shine bright...

And the wind chimes a gentle whistle...

When every step ahead, a mudra of joy

And each breath a symphony of music

When my eyes shut wide

Holding a vision crystal clear

When the miracle flashes

An endless possible vision

And each thought leads me

To a thoughtless image

When the journey ahead

Splashes a vibgyor of colours

And the pleasures of path ahead

Paints a passion figure

When the stars shine upon me bright

And the wind mills a chime of whistle...

I embrace the sky to find a universe within

When the stars shine bright upon me

I feel the joy of endless whistle

And walk the miracle path of a blissful point of pivot.

2014 © Ruchi Kochhar

Time

noreply@blogger.com (Ruchi Kochhar) — Tue, 20 May 2008 17:28:00 +0000

For long have I been in bed
Wondering what 'Time' is

Time that shows
Every Face of our life

Time that is there
To be never back

Time that brings
To light every possibility and miss

Time that brings us
Every hope and despair

Time that brings us
Joy with Sorrow

Time to witness every
Life and Death

Time that is there
To hold me tight

But time that is there
Never to be Held

2001 © Ruchi Kochhar

This Poetry was published in Poetry.com in May 2004

World That Is Shared

noreply@blogger.com (Ruchi Kochhar) — Tue, 20 May 2008 17:14:00 +0000

The days would sure enough
Change into years

The memories change into
tears of joy;

Each chapter of life will
surely be read;

The gifts of God would
one day be realized;

The book of thoughts will
someday be closed;

The life ahead too
one day must end;

Everything will end but
few things remain;

Will remain forever
the little World that is Shared.

2001 © Ruchi Kochhar

This Poetry was published in Poetry.com in May 2004

Life

noreply@blogger.com (Ruchi Kochhar) — Tue, 20 May 2008 17:03:00 +0000

Alone I sit in one corner

With darkness around my side

Alone I sit in one corner

Wondering why You and I exist

Life's a 'Stage' they say

With us all Acting on same;

and appearance of us as

characters to play

Life's a 'Story' so long to narrate;

initiated by many

Yet concluded by none

Life's a 'Show' with showmen big

Though spectators none

And having begun this 'Story'

myself

Alone I sit Wondering where to

Stop

1999 © Ruchi Kochhar

Wonder Why

noreply@blogger.com (Ruchi Kochhar) — Tue, 20 May 2008 16:50:00 +0000

Why is it that

The Life's Short

Yet the Task so Big;

Theme of a novel is of Few Words

Yet the novel so Big;

Dreams are never Ending

Yet the sleep Fixed;

Needs are Few

Yet desires have no Limit;

Capabilities are to one's Limit

Yet expectations always High;

Wonder Why is

Lord's creation so Clear

Yet the Creator still

Doubted.

A Thought

noreply@blogger.com (Ruchi Kochhar) — Tue, 20 May 2008 16:27:00 +0000

Sitting far away from Homeland,

thinking about my people,

my country, my dreams;

I wake up with a tear drop,

A terror seeing Shadow in Darkness.
In search and certainty of Shadow I see;
Here I begin my search for Light;
Light that shows us Way and Hope;
Light that lets the Dark Shadows

Disappear.

I wrote this poem sometime in 1998 when we lived in US, desiring to be back in India. We returned in early 2005.