Meenakshi Mohan, A Silent Glory (oil on canvas
with pallet knife 24X24)
A Silent Glory
When the earth was numb in a slumbering stupor,
a hushed silence and a tranquil peace pervaded.
The moon in all its splendor
stretched across the heavenly sky,
a lone boat, a witness to this silent glory,
floated in a meditative trance.
A soft breeze danced on a symphonic note.
The ancient songs of the Vedas
echoed through the cosmos
as the waves sang
Om Shivoham, Shivoham, Shivoham.
The world bowed in an unspoken
Naman
To the Celestial Majesty
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| Meenakshi Mohan |
My Silence Speaks
In my silence, I hear
the melodies of the leaves
whispers of the breeze
fluttering
songs of butterflies
rhapsodies of rippling ocean waves
and the ragas of wonders
echoing through the mountains.
The world is so full of ecstatic sounds
eternal and sacred
educing peace and harmony.
In my solitude
I admire
the incipient emergence of the sun
from its crimson blanket
and the fading stars
intoxicated, raptured
in it all
I find myself
in eternal peace.
As I mumble
Om
in a meditative stance
it reverberates
in the ionized layers of my surroundings
and wraps me up with
Ommmmmm!
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Both your poems and the painting are awesome dear Dr. Meenakshi Mohan! Kudos and respects!
ReplyDeleteIn this time of turmoil, Dr. Mohan's poetry and painting are like balm flowing over us to bring us - at least for a moment - peace for which we are grateful.
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