THE BRIDE

The bells are now tinkling,
on her ankles, they are hanging.

The bangles are now jingling,
on a rhythm, they are singing.

Drapes herself in deepest crimson,
she blushes the colour of setting sun.

Lifting up her kohled eyes,
she saw ahead her dream that lies.

With trembling hands and weakened knees,
she moves ahead to reach the altar.

Her glistened eyes that shone so bright,
has struck all with an amazing aura.

The pious vows that fell from her lips,
has changed her life for ever and ever.

She's a woman, She's a bride,
tonight she shines with a gleaming pride.

PEACE

The mortal within is dieing ,
the dreams have charred away.

The faces look so dreary,
they have lived their lives a painstaking way.

I feel i am loosing,
loosing myself away.

This night seems the longest ,
as i wait to see the day.

A million faces, a million lives ,
where do i stand amidst this crowd.

With pious prayers , on scarlet lips ,
each look saint,their vices in a shroud.

With arms open i stand here ,
the winds gushing away like whips ,

i may not be an angel today,
but that makes me no lesser proud.

I do not wish to hide today,
a single trait from You Oh'Lord!

Bless me now,or punish me for my deeds ,
it would be nothing but eternal bliss.

For You are there with me indeed ,
gives me nothing but sheer peace !