They say you can find
your destiny in the tea leaves
sticking at the bottom of the cup
encircling and leaving patterns
easy to deciphered and
encoded
making the patterns
that zig-zag mesh
resembling the events in your life
Marking your ups and downs
and earmarking
all the important events
which make them truly shine
It’s an art they say
pure talent
so sublime
I wonder
I gaze with a child-like
wonder
my mouth agape in
excitement
and horror at the same time
How mere broken leaves
from a plant forgotten,
can seamlessly
narrate my story
when you so conveniently
ignore the scars the
time has left on me.
Photo by Marco Secchi on Unsplash
Published by Megha's World
I’m a mother of a smart and energetic seven-year-old. I started expressing myself creatively since the last two years. Since then I have been continuously inspired by events in my life and around me which has helped me in penning my thoughts.
I’m an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. Loves to dance in the rain, have an undying love for nature, can watch the beautiful sunset for hours. Love to kiss and hug my loved ones.
I have worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. In that busy schedule, I never got the time to creatively express my thoughts. Now every time I finish a poem, free verse anything it fills me with so much happiness and excitement and a feeling to have created something of my own. I’m planning to post at least one creation of mine weekly.
Lastly, a million thanks to all who visit, like or follow my tiny bits of creation.
Every time you do that, I get to know one more beautiful person in my life and get the chance to see their creation too.
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Another good one! And congrats on your Liebster award.
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Thanks so much Elan for reading.Much appreciated
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Loved it.
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Thanks Samar
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really like this one, lulled us and then the twist 🙂
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Yes the twist..you got it, Kate
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wow♥️♥️
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Thanks so much Sonal
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my pleasure😊
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Only you can make those residual insignificant tea leaves sound so precious and poignant ❤️
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Thanks Shantanu for your beautiful comment
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My pleasure 😊🌸
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Wonderful poem
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Thanks Paul
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Love the juxtaposition in the twist at the end: wonderment and fear, all at once. How simple those tea leaves can spin our stories while the ones we truly want to understand do not. Beautiful, Megha!
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Thanks inky for your thoughtful comments
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Always my pleasure, Megha!
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WOW. I’m spell-bound. The last two lines broke my heart!
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Liked it
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Nicely arranged Megha. 🙂
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Thanks Maverick
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What a beautiful post. I enjoyed reading it.
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Thanks Shaurya for reading it.
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No problem 🌸
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I am amazed by your beautiful imagination ❤
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Well I got the idea from reading destiny by looking at the tea leaves.
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Oh yes! Believe me the Potterhead inside me was rejoicing at that realisation. I specially love the ending though, with how you have given a fresh twist to the old lore of fortune telling by tea leaves 🙂
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Thanks so much Neha
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🙂
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I love reading this!
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Thanks so much Arja for reading.Happy you liked it
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Thanks for the reblog
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Reblogged this on Megha's World.
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Your words are amazing aa always.
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Thanks so much Devika.Hope the indian summer is treating you kindly.
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Don’t ask about the weather. You know how it is here. Ah!!!!
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Yes..summers are bad in india..Hot and humid.
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“from a plant forgotten,
can seamlessly
narrate my story
when you so conveniently
ignore the scars the
time has left on me.”………….wow! not much i can really say but I felt these lines, the words hit hard – so very good.
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Thanks so much Wendi.I really feel when the people around us fail to understand our pain and we seek solace in life less like leaves and tarot cards
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I completely agree with you Megha…….
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Very cool analogy! Thanks for sharing
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Thanks so much kevin for reading
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Beautiful!!!
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Thanks Kunal
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Wow! Just loved the flow to it and what a great ending!
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Thanks so much Niharika
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I love the imagery in this one. I don’t think I want to know what the fuure holds … It does seem frightening to know.
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Hahaha..yes it does
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