Minakhi Misra

Still, I don’t know Why,
I did so often to you lie,
Why I never gave even one try
to secure your trust’s seal.
Seeing how the truth clears
the whole mind of all its fears,
I can only drain out my tears,
till my burning heart comes to heal.

But, if my chance comes,
I’ll set right all of my wrongs.
Give me at least some time
to tell you how I feel.
Don’t forget me;
please leave some space to let me
Live inside your heart till,
my burning one comes to heal.

If I have to,
with no regrets I will do,
All sins you want me to purge true;
before your God I’ll kneel.
But don’t forsake me;
I have no one else to take me,
Into their loving hearts till,
my burning one comes to heal.

Till my burning heart comes to heal….

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Originally shared with a friend in the winter of 2012

Abashed, ashamed I knelt grounded
Lost to the despair that was my Bane
Till I found wherein I was truly founded:
A discovery that alleviated the pain.
In union the whispers within resounded,
“Rise!” and I was the Knight again.

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Originally shared on Facebook in the Winter of 2012

Herein, I shall account what dangers lie
Within the sweetness of such panegyric
That lift your esteem to pinnacles high
Through melody of your peers’ music and lyric.
For when words take the superlative form,
They hoist you up royally on the zenith of all,
Leaving no ladders to climb, no walls to storm.
All that remains is the prospect of a downfall.
Readily assumed will be your continued success,
Though there may yet be one to better you still,
And you, so drunk in praise, would fail to assess
Your proximity to failure without your Power of Will.
So heed not when someone calls you the best,
Let not their words poison your efforts earnest.

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Originally shared with a friend in the Winter of 2012