Rain

Reblogging my first blog post.. it brings back so many memories.

Megha's World

My undying love for nature and immense love for dancing in the rain and getting drenched has inspired me to write the following poem.

Rain, a magical experience
It washes your sorrow and pain
It gathers up sweet memories in the bowl you left outside
It makes you remember the sweet taste of the raindrops
and the feel of the fingers counting the drops on your skin
It quenches the thirst of your soul
and stirs up the emotions of long gone love
It is a healer, a tourniquet
and sometimes it scrapes you bleed a little more
Oh! the divine lords of the sky
Oh! the merciful
Bring me the showers which cleanse me once and for all
Washes my sins and regrets
Fills my wounds with the oh! so calming drops
and release me from all this pain.
Bring me all the joy of jumping in the puddles

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Snippet

What goes inside the mind of a mother who sees the snapshot of her unborn baby for the first time. It's an overwhelming and indescribable feeling.

Window

As I publish my 100th post today I couldn't be more grateful and thankful to all my friends, readers, followers who have spent their precious time in reading my posts and have given me feedback. With almost a 1000 followers and readers from 65 countries around the world and counting. Thanks a zillion for appreciating …

Fluff

Reblogging in response to the daily prompt
Bite

Megha's World

Oh! Now I see an elephantmoving his trunk gallantly around;Walking in his own strideRumbling and thumping the ground. 
Now I see the caravan of ducksfloating awayin that wide blue river;and seagulls flyingand mocking them away.

 
You look so delicious candy floss likeand it makes my mouth water;Wish I just could take a biteif you were any closer.

 
Sometimes I see a baby cradled in his mother's lapSo soft and such a loving scene;and at timesI just get scared by the facestaring right at me. 
Fluffs just floating bygives me a calming feeling;tugs my heart and gives it a pushMakes me feel I'm swinging. 
Every time I look at youyou take a different shape;Oh! Dear cloudYou always stir the imagination in meEvery time I look your way.

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Chaos

The chaos engulf us in the daily grind taking us down It's funny we survived this roller coaster ride without getting of without falling off Should it not be a gentle and serene tide that everybody hoped and wished for But we settle down for this In this rampant chaos, we call reality We barely …

Tattoo

Reblogging this in response to #SOCS
https://lindaghill.com/2017/11/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-25-17/

Megha's World

Those beautiful lines etched on your skinThe art speaking for itselfEmotions oozing out from each drop of InkAnd pain screaming from each twist and turnEvery stroke of the pen defines youEvery twist of the nipGlorifies youYour beauty needs no jewelsYou are adorned by themPlaying shamelessly Around your curvesBumping and gliding aroundthe turnsIt etched the beauty you were hiding deep withinIt etches the scars you were carrying all inEvery mark whisper sweet nothings in your earEvery needle carve out an impression in your soulWish I could be part of that intimate conversationWish I could be close as they areWish I could be that tattoo on your heart.

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This post has been in response to the daily prompt Trademark

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The circle

The circle of life

Megha's World

From the stars we came, and to the stars we return.
― Jack Campbell, Relentless

Yes this could be the truth
The moment you are waiting for
The quest for life
The unveiling we all been waiting for

You wait for this to happen
To happen all your life
Heart has been pounding
Ears listening to the drumroll

Eyes peeling out to see the unbelievable
Hands sweating out to see the unspeakable
Yet deep down inside you know
You know it all
This is the moment from where
Everything begins to fall

Fall in the web of deceit and unhappiness
Weaving the web of lies and callousness
You keep breathing with a facade on
Waiting for the day when everything will be gone
The day comes and you become a stardust
Floating in this endless universe
Forever to be gone

You are conceived again as a hope
Holding the end…

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Chiseled

Is your soul perfectly round, chiseled and shaped to perfection? Are you not rough around the edges anymore, and all your flaws have been smoothed?   Did they cover and caulk all the holes in it? Sanded and brushed so that no sin can seep in and polished you with love masking all the defects.   Have …

Crimson Dreams

Reblogging this as I read poems of Pablo Neruda.

Megha's World

“As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda

Dreaming of crimson dreamsunder the satin sheetsin the warmth of your holdwarmed by your existence
Kissed by the dewdropshugged by the passion of your lovecuddling in the fluffy pillowsfeeling the caress and the touch
Lips sealed by your lovegasping for airgaps between our fingersare filled with moments of love
Eyes filled with dreamsDreaming the crimson dreams.


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Victor

Who is a real victor? https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2017/10/30/victor/

You

"There's something about childhood friends that you just can't replace." -Lisa Whelchel You could do somersault with me You were the prince to my ballerina You always pushed me higher on the swing and held me when I fell down You were always my home You could always save me   You could always sneak away candies …

Nest

He made his place with few upside chairs and an old ragged sheet He dragged all the chairs together to close the gaps in between He cozied up the corners with the biggest heap of pillows he can find And tucked each corner  so you can sit underneath and hide For him its the safest place a …

What do you call a home?

Reblogging in response to the daily prompt Nest

Megha's World

“If light is in your heart
You will find your way home.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

What do you call a home?
Where you lose yourself
your soul rests in peace or is a place of refuge
from the anger, hurt, pain and anxiety
and all things evil

What do you call a home?
where you are alone with your emotions
naked .. stripped of all the lies
where there is no rush, no chaos

What do you call a home?
Where every piece of the puzzle just falls right into its place
after being lost in cheap delirium
and losing you the identity
around  the social awkwardness
where you come finally
to strip off yourself
of all the fake identities
beautifully broken down

What do you call a home?
There is no finish line to cross
you are always a winner
just for reaching home
Where you sins finally comes…

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Why do you pray?

 “In prayer, it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart. ” ― John Bunyan Was is the emptiness in your heart that made you pray tonight Was is it the loneliness  which made you look up in his eyes Were you looking for ways  to absolve your sins Was it …

Rainbow Dreams

Reblogging in response to the contest on
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Megha's World

I dream in color
I dream in Red
My flight is all dipped in blues
And my blushes are dripped in red

I dream in color
I dream in red

My warmth and hugs are bright as yellow
My smiles have hues of orange
My kisses are all painted with red
My hugs are oozing with crimson

I dream in color
I dream in red

My rides on swings are strokes of brown
The silliness and innocence, a part of my town
We are covered in all the colors from dusk till dawn
Till the last ray of the light hit the town

I dream in color
I dream in red

All my hopes and dreams are hues of green
My crushes and infatuations are so violet
Trying to hide the emotions
Trying to solve it

I dream in color
I dream in red

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What is a poem ?

Spilling your thoughts into shapes of poems sometimes makes me wonder ..what a poem is?

Megha's World

What is a poem? I call them little bits of creativity scattered here and there in your mind. Hiding, waiting to be discovered, waiting to take shape in form of words.Every time you trace the path, it changes its shape.Taking new twists and turns, it gives an entirely new meaning to the emotions stored in there.

A Poem as I call it, a complex emotion in a compressed manner.

A Poem is like a walk
A walk inside my mind
In all its nooks and crannies
where I’m storing the sunshine

Every time I revisit a corner
I drop of creativity falls through
The brilliant thought paves the ways
and the words show me the way through

The stroll through the darkest thoughts and feelings are too scary
Everyone wishes to skip the way
Not the face the way the way it is

The path has its twists and turns
It…

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Atmosphere

Beauty adorned by the mountains with pearls of snow with charms made of the lush green meadows and wearing an anklet of stream golden hues of the sun giving you the everlasting glow eyes lined with the kohl of the shade mountain treeline defines your curves there is so much beauty there is so much serenity  …

Honk

Honk! Honk! Life, I'm honking at you give way to my joys move away worries and sorrows Let my pain and anger pass   Honk!  Honk! Life, I'm honking at you Let my sweet little laughs and giggles squeeze their way in scoot over, hurt and wounds   Honk! honk!! Life, I'm honking at you …

Eclipse

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Dubious

The way all affair started sounded dubious the vows he made to her about till death do us apart sounded dubious they way he meticulously planned everything to hide from her in plain sight sounded dubious Promising to be together in thick and thin and never stepping out of the comfort zone sounded dubious Making sure …

Scar – A poem

"Something which doesn't touch your heart will leave a scar"                                                                --Megha Wounds don't really heal they dry and leaves a scar Broken hearts don't mend they stay …

Scar

Riff

“If music be the food of love, play on" ― William Shakespeare He played a riff on my soul where all emotions danced to his tunes and my heart swayed to his strings He looked me in my eyes and the world stopped turning He played the chords and strung my heart along my heart …

Black Rainbow

Depression is real.It's not just a fleeting thought; its a disease. No amount of distraction around you can cure your sadness.No amount of beauty around you can make your heart happy.Sadness is monochrome.The following free verse reflects the same feeling.

Neophyte

Being new to the world very hopeful hopes and dreams are still twinkling in his eyes Has a list of goals and milestones to meet he is an amateur, a neophyte in this world he still has the rest of the world to meet   Daily ray of sunshine still fills his heart with hope he still looks …