'' A   Stairway to  Heaven ...''


               Ascending the fortunate steps
               I seem to step
                into the inky blueness of  the sky
                and its distant twinkling stars;
               I feel a Heaven close at hand.


               Am enclosed
               Within the grip of Grace,
sensing an overpowering dazzlement,
hearing ceaseless whisperings,
              Bathed in Supreme serenity.....
        

         -best regards
          neelam sethi
'' A   Stairway to  Heaven ...''


               Ascending the fortunate steps
               I seem to step
                into the inky blueness of  the sky
                and its distant twinkling stars;
               I feel a Heaven close at hand.


               Am enclosed
               Within the grip of Grace,
sensing an overpowering dazzlement,
hearing ceaseless whisperings,
              Bathed in Supreme serenity.....
        

         -best regards
  '' A   Stairway to  Heaven ...''


               Ascending the fortunate steps
               I seem to step
                into the inky blueness of  the sky
                and its distant twinkling stars;
               I feel a Heaven close at hand.


               Am enclosed
               Within the grip of Grace,
sensing an overpowering dazzlement,
hearing ceaseless whisperings,
              Bathed in Supreme serenity.....
        

         -best regards
          neelam sethi

You Can't....

You can't catch a rainbow

              and in your pocket put it away,

You can't catch a dewdrop

              because it'll shyly melt away;

You can't ensnare the bright blue

               of the kingfisher's wing,

You can't trap the beauty of the dancing butterflies

               when over the flowers they skim;

You can't roll up the cottony clouds

               as they gently glide the heavens

                and store them away,

You can't closet the whispering of the trees

               as they disclose the seasons' secrets in their sway;

You can't encase the sweet wetness of the rain 

                as it freely falls upon  the sides of the mountain;

You can't bottle the mist swirling around the peaks

                as it tells the mystery of the summits;

You can't catch Life's precious things

                -'cause the best things in Life are best left free....as a Soul must be.

__Neelam Sethi.

(lines written at the BMA,Chennai,
climbingg the side
steps going up to the Hall from the dorm, towards the ladies terrace)        neelam sethi


(lines written at the BMA,Chennai,
climbingg the side
steps going up to the Hall from the dorm,
towards the ladies terrace)

(lines written at the BMA,Chennai,
climbingg the side
steps going up to the Hall from the dorm,
towards the ladies terrace)