Meenu Syriac

Sep 2014

Anand

In my Garden
at the night
a lover wakes up
to the sight

Of Twinkling Stars
and Dazzling Moon
he sings a song
and plays a tune

laden with dew
amidst the green grass
he calls out to his beloved
she's a beautiful lass

he sings the mating song
in a sweet gentle croon
comes hopping down to him
his lover so swoon

A serenade of love
rings through the night
the music plays
till the morning light

Inspite of the stillness
I couldn't sleep
thinking of her
lost in memories deep

My heart is craving for her
singing a calling song
my voice unheard
it's forgotten long

Will she ever see
the love in my eyes?
the silent sighs
my chirps and cries?

#song #serenade #calling #chirping #cricket

Meenu Syriac Sep 2014

Wings for the mind, Peace for the soul

In the silence of the night I hear myself talk,
A song, a whisper, knowing that this peace
Is the only thing sane in the chaos that surrounds,
And in this quietness, a radiant light shines within my inner self.

And as my mind finds wings, to fly out of this prison
Gracefully gliding across calm waters of a flowing river
Finding its way into the sea,
I give my thoughts freedom from the misery of life.

As the skies begin to cry with tears of devastation
All that is beautiful, needs an eulogy for being lost in our sins.
And as coal black our hearts have turned,
The spring may never greet us with open hands
The birds may never sing the song of their hearts.

Sink me in a river, chase my soul into the wilderness,
Where my breath is shallow and my thirst is never quenched.
Alas, these musings of the night will end soon
As another explosion rocks the very foundation of my faith in humanity.

©Meenu Syriac

Sep 2014

Madhurima

An Open Letter

Dear society,

Stop trying to sober us up.
We’re young and bright
and beautiful and loud.
We will light up every
corner of every room
and still shine brighter
than the sun.

Stop telling us to cover up.
We will wear little black dresses
and bright red lipsticks,
leave lip-stains all over
your precious little world
and look so good doing it
that you’ll have to look away.

Stop telling us to slow down.
We live and love with so much
power and strength that we
cannot stop for you
or anyone, for that matter.
Every day is our day
and the world, our oyster.

Stop telling us we’re useless.
One day, we’re going to run the world
for you; going to be soldiers, doctors
writers, artists, speakers of the truth
and the truth is that we’re alive
and strong and here, and
you cannot control us.

From impatient, beautiful, and exuberant young girls everywhere.

#love #life #beautiful #society #young #girls #woman #feminism #letter #artist

Meenu Syriac Sep 2014

Stronger, no more Silent

She is meant to be weak,
Silent and submissive,
In a world where only men rule.
She is to be rescued,
Because she is incapable,
That is all she is meant to know,
Locked away in the tallest tower,
Every fairytale retold in the girl's mind.
To limit her speech, her ideas, her rights,
To be pretty, dumb and stupid,
Only to be looked upon.
And as she grew, as she blossomed,
Her eyes spoke countless volumes of sadness.
Sexualized in a world where the savages disfigured innocence.
She was voiceless,
Lost to the noise of mindless inhumane babble.

And she looked out at the horizon,
Watching the waves race towards the shore,
The sun as it peeked out, from behind,
Only to bring light into this immortalized darkness.
She put her hands up,
Knowing one day she would touch the sky.
She knew she was stronger,
More than who she was brought up believing,
Meant to be who she was,
And everything she could be,
Every bit of the universe,
Every grain of sand,
Every idea that makes us human,
Equally,
*Both woman and man.

©Meenu Syriac

(Something that I felt like I needed to address on after hearing Emma Watson's compelling speech on Feminism for the UN Women.)

#feminism

Sep 2014

Sjr1000

Hold On

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on to the light inside
before it's gone
Hold on to the love you feel.

Darkness is coming around the bend
The plagues are moving in on the winds
The wars are raging in retaliation’s name
The sun is burning,
shooting solar flares our way.
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on to the wisdom of your mind

Life is precious
Comes and goes
Time is an illusion
That we all know
Lovers, they also come and go
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on to the light inside
The mandalas in the faces of the flowers
call your name.

Against all odds
Against the deranged machinations at the hands of the gods
We’re mere humans
Standing at the rim of the stars
Staring out into space
In this brief
Time and place
Throwing sand at the waves
To protect the
Sand castle walls we built,
As children at the ocean.
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on to the light inside
Childhood joy and wonder
Before it to comes and is gone.

I weep these tears
For the innocent sorrow of all mankind
Who has always been so sick inside
And never remembered to hold on
Hold on
Hold on
To the momentary flickers of all those lights inside

Hold on
Hold on
We all know what’s coming
Darkness to each and every one.

Let’s make this pact
In this room
We’ll hold on to the light inside
Until the last candle is done
And the last breath blows out the light
And whispers lovingly
“Good night.”

Hold on

Steve's 185 Hippie Dream.

Meenu Syriac Sep 2014

Requisition

As the wind tangled in the curls of Aphrodite's hair
Entwined as though, being apart means to speak blasphemy
As the waves rushing to kiss the shore
Urgent desires being locked up for too long.
As the breath of air, potent and needed
A gasp of life flowing into the veins.
As sinful as the first bite of the forbidden fruit
Seeking only enlightenment and truth.
That's how much I hate to see you go
That's how much I need you.
**Stay.

©Meenu Syriac