First Published on Vita Brevis Literature

Love speaks me through the languid branches
of almost naked trees
pickled by the snow,
in the early misty cold mornings.
Steering through the voiceless din.
my mind wanders
and clutches to the last sane thought
trying to figure out
the map,
the cartography of healing,
the trail to sanity.
I could faintly hear the laughter hidden in those trees
they do sob sometimes and tell
the stories of survival
those broken branches
and the frail twigs have suffered
the rage of the summer sun
and still, stand tall
to face the wrath of the winter.
Even their dead skeleton in winters
carves out a beautiful silhouette in the night
pleasing to the eyes and soul,
I heal through the broken twigs of these branches
frail yet surviving.
–Megha
Photo by Richard Hoeg on Unsplash
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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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You captured the beauty in the starkness of winter. Well done Megha 😊❤
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Thanks so much Walt. I really appreciate your feedback.
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You’re very welcome! ☺
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“the cartography of healing”
Great piece!
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Thanks so for your kind read.
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My pleasure!
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So captivating and enchanting your words are, Megha. Loved it thoroughly.
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Thanks so much Chiradeep.Hope you are doing fine.Its so nice to hear from you.
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This gave me chills.
“I could faintly hear the laughter hidden in those trees
they do sob sometimes and tell
the stories of survival
those broken branches
and the frail twigs have suffered
the rage of the summer sun
and still, stand tall
to face the wrath of the winter.”
You have a gift, of that there is no question…
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Thanks for leaving such kind comments.
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kind and well-deserved.
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I love the orange flower as you reminded me to buy wife’s favorite orange color for flowers on Valentines Day.
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Aww glad I could be of help.Happy Valentine’s day to you both!!
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Happy Valentines Day to you as well.
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Thanks so much
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Looks like inspired by the weather around you created a masterpiece ❤️
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Good guess. I write while walking outside looking at the trees.
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😊🌸
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Broken does not destroyed. I love this, especially these two lines:
the cartography of healing,
the trail to sanity.
Just wow!
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Thanks for pointing out your fav lines.Means a lot coming from you.
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You are kindly welcome, Megha. There’s not enough time in a day to speak to each one but sometimes those lines jump out at us 🙂
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Yes, they do.
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Reblogged this on Armor Of God Foundation.
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Thanks so much for sharing my posts
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