Merge

Come as you will,
Wounds and scars, and even though you bleed.
I will stitch you together.
With your thread that runs, through me.

I will soothe your burns,
Till the creases fade.
Till newness explodes
Through your every vein.

Come as you will,
Hold my hand,
Under starry blankets, amidst lost smiles
We gaze, as long as we stand.

Open the doors, let's let ourselves in,
In one another,
As we take the plunge, into these depths
Together.

Come as you will,
Scared, forlorn. Measured. Hesitant, doubtful.
I will blow gently on these, and watch them fall away.
As you come, into me, with a Love to stay.



© Sneha Singh 2014

Turn

Day into night.
Hands on the clock.

Take the same time,
To turn.

Blink of an eye.
Breath from a sigh.

Take the same time,
To turn.

Screams from a loss.
Silent prayers at a cross.

Take the same time,
To turn.

Accepting regrets of a mistake.
Getting over heartbreak.

Take the same time,
To turn.

Hopeful sunrise.
Sunset sublime.

Take the same time,
To turn.

A fleeting life.
A halting death.

Take the same time,
To turn.

© Sneha Singh 2014

Blur

Are you a leaf?
Floating in the wind.
Or the wind itself,
That I take within
Me, with every breath,
Weaving your presence
Into my existence.

Are you these birds?
That appear, wherever I go?
Or the wind beneath their wings,
As you keep me afloat.
Save me from drowning,
In spills of my own blood.
From wounds of a forgotten time,
A forgotten life.

I open, and feel warmth.
Safety, like none before.
I open, and feel a shiver.
I close.

Are you these flowers, these buds, that brush my skin,
Or are you the wind beneath their dance?
Reminding me of my own rhythm.

Masked as the wind,
You dance within me.
You drip from my soul,
My existence,  my being.

(C) Sneha Singh 2014

Linger

When a feeling crawls under your skin.
And stays.
Creates a home.
Watches you pray.

Insides turn. What? Why?
No answers.
So much spillage,
Yet, the questions turn dry.

A touch, and I'm alive?
Or heading towards another death?
Breathe into me again.
So we can live.

(C) Sneha Singh 2014

Erosion

"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." - Gibran

"Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place." - Rumi 

What is this hole that sorrow carves, when it flows through us, eroding us like a river, that finally flows out our eyes, our souls and leaves? A river of sorrow, how rightly written, uprooting all that ever was, creating new soil for that may be. As it damages, and hurts, destroys and shakes, we grown numb, overcome by the destruction. And then says Rumi, to be silent, to be silent for only the Hand of God can remove those burdens that weigh your heart down. 

Sit by the river of sorrow, watch it flow through you. Release through tears and aching screams. Let it take what it wishes to take with it. Your soul is the bank, the riverbed. Let it be washed. The erosion will shatter the bank and grain the riverbed, but let it flow. Let it take. In truth there are no goodbyes, as we are all headed toward the same God. Let this run through your heart, as the river of sorrow runs through your soul. And maybe, the pain of this great erosion will subdue, ever so slightly.


"Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes.Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation!" - Rumi 

Sneha Singh © 2013

Departure

Water flows
Out of control
I have lost the reins
Disappeared, no more

A million of me
I can see
All around, where do I start
In this silence, of sounds

The seconds shred my soul
As they tick by
Overflowing, until
I can no longer cry

Trying to undo
That which is weaved into me
I pull myself apart,
In an attempt to liberate thee

Truth be told, the pattern has been created,
Un-creating is the real mess
Let this burn, burn in the fire of pain
As I watch it leave me, slowly digress. 

Sneha  Singh © 2013

Upheavals

"When you come to the edge of all the light you know and are about to step into the darkness of the unknown. Faith, is knowing that one of two things will happen. There will be solid ground to stand on or you will be taught to fly." ~ Richard Bach

When walking on the path of complete inner alignment and surrender, I have many a times been taught how to fly. It is almost like God's wings have swooped under me and taken me to a height I knew nothing about. Most importantly, these lovely little miracles have happened in solace, when nothing, BUT God could have come and lift me up.

As human beings, we get engulfed by what we think is our power. We have been blessed with education, learning, knowledge, reason, free will, (and if we are in the right place, free wi-fi!). But these gifts are to be shared, and used with kindness, and not as a means of being right and showing superiority. In the eyes of God, we are equal, so what good does it do you feeling superior in your own? 

The things you own, and the things you think you are, are ultimately things of this world. I am not indicating that you must renounce it all and meditate on a mountain. I am simply suggesting awareness. Be conscious of the temporary nature of life, of social rules. Then the way you deal with others will change significantly. It will not be about you anymore, as you will have the conscious awareness that you are only a soul visiting this Earth with a purpose. Instead of seeking your identity in societal norms, seek your identity within God. In times of uncertainty and upheaval, rest, rest, rest. Rest in knowing God is at work. You may sleep, but He is always around you, looking after you. Your faith in Him will give you wings when you have forgotten how to fly. 

Just rest, and show your Faith to Him. 

© Sneha Singh 2012