Saturday, January 30, 2010


Your presence is felt
When my friend holds my hand,
And when my child hugs me with pure joy;
Your hand touches me
When deeds go unrewarded,
For injustice does not make me lose faith or hope.
Your healing balm is there
In every breath of wind
That plays gently with my hair let down.
Now, as I stand on the brink of a new birth,
A nascent life, full of trepidation,
Wondering if the labour, the pain, the tears,
Will bear fruit,
I cease to worry any more, for..
You are holding my hand
And climbing into my lap
While playing with my breeze-smothered hair
All the time.
You are in all, and all are in you,
My Krishna, o my


Whirlwind said...

A beautiful post that restores all faith. God is great Ayesha.:-)

SindhuBhairavi said...

that was really nice.. truly divine.. :)

Ayesha Parveen said...

Thank you, Sindhu :) and Swetha :)
Lots of love..

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