MORNING PRAYER

MORNING PRAYER

Lord, grant me the courage
To stand on my own,
And let me follow the path
 That you have shown.

Lord, grant me the strength
To hold my head high,
Put a smile on my face
When my heart wants to cry.

Walk with me,my dear Lord,
Keep showing me the way,
Help me get through
                                                                Till the next sunny day.
                                                                -your lamb,
                                                                   PORTIA

FAITH

FAITH

Early in my childhood my mother etched on my mind
that faith doesn't just mean trust in God
but it also means what you believe in
and how much you trust yourself.

I have also learnt from her that if you are positive
 you will be more productive and achieve your goals.
If you have a dream and you trusted yourself with that dream
and had faith that it would work out,
Then it invariably actually works out!
This is true at least in my case.

My friends think that I am naively very optimistic and lucky too.
Well, God has been really very kind to me and
I didn't have to struggle much,
But I don't believe in 'luck' or 'planets and stars'.
I believe in the simple idea that you do good
and more good will come your way.
You do bad things and those things will come to haunt you.
Destiny is what you bring on to yourself by the power of intention
And what you do with the things that are in your hands.

                                                                  PORTIA

Life is beautiful(Poem)

MOTHER

MOTHER!

She is the gentle breeze as I walk down the street
She is the smell of certain foods I relish to eat!
She is the perfume I carry always with me,
Even amidst some garbage and foul smell,
She is the soothing hand on my brow
When I am weak and not feeling well.
She lives in my laughter and in my breath,
She is my weakness and also my strength.
She is in my tears and my sighs,
she is the only answer for all my cries.
She is the comfort I seek when in pain,
She nourishes and cleanses me like a refreshing rain!

-PORTIA.

The Embrace



***SAID....

***SAID....

"What is a painting?
-Lines controlling the colours...
-A reflection of this or that
Sometimes lifelike,
Or sometimes abstract-
A deliberate haphazard composition
Done with a discipline,
And you call it a painting,
A self-portrait at that!".....

I heard for the first time
A painting speaking out!......

-PORTIA

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YOU...

You-
A flower bloomed on the mind's branch...

You-
an image
Drawn by the fog upon the fog,
Visible-invisible,
slowly entering through the breath
In the deep  corner of heart...

You-
A ligheting,
Its blinding glare,
and the vision burnt by it...

You-
 My words?
 NO!

You-
My paintings?
NO!

You-
The meaning and the gist?
NO!

You-
If you really exist-
May be the rhythm of my poems
Or
The blankness of the canvas
Remaining after
It has sucked up my painting....

-PORTIA
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