My words
My words are falling incessantly
from that oak tree
lying in the refuge
at the bottom
of that big old giant
waiting for the mercy of the wind
to gently glide and take
away to promised lands
where they were strewn again
or kept in the folds of the
those yellow pages to remind
us again
how beautiful
our love used to be.
My words are falling as the
broken star
deep in the thickness of the night
falling
and floating endlessly in the
trying not to get lost in the deep oblivion
of the darkness
not to miss the bereaved sight of my lover
so she
can wish upon me.
My words are dropping as
the sweet droplets of water
those tiny globules
as the tears of the heaven
of all the broken hearts
lost in their deep soliloquy
not trying to lose their identity
till it parches the soul
and quenches
your heart
roaming freely
My words,
My verses,
my syllables,
my metaphors,
are all
an ode to my love
in an unspoken tongue
born out of my muted heart
taking birth in the strange lands
an aubade
drenched in the crimson light
washed in the ambrosia
of my love for thee.
My words are all I have
My words are all me.
–Megha
Lovely write, Megha ❤
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Thanks so much Neha.Always lovely to hear from you
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You’re welcome, Megha 🙂
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I love it.
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Thanks so much Sarah.
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Another rich and beautiful poem Megha
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Thanks so much Paul.
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Your words can never fall like broken star. I can assure you that. A splendid read ❤️
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Thanks so much Shantanu.Its been a while I wrote about love, so just gave it a shot.
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It has come out really well
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Thanks
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I love how you describe words. Each verse starts out with a beautiful line about words. My favorite are “My words are falling as the broken star” because it sounds sad but is a powerful image at the same time and “My words are dropping as the sweet droplets of water”. Water drops are beautiful.
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Thanks Jaya for reading my poems with so much love.I appreciate all the time you spend on my poems.
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Absolutely and staggeringly lovely … oh how I feel this!
Words are the theme of the day sweet author! 😘
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aww thanks Diana..yes I just saw your post with the same name…Loved this coincidence.will read it soon.
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Serendipity relished! I am so far behind reading your posts … just waiting for a rainy spell (and we have been in a drought for many a week here!). Hugs to you my wonderful Megha!
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Seriously..we were in a rainny spell the whole week..the weather just cleared yesterday
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Send us a good drenching 🙏🏻😊💖
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Oh I will.
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A most beautiful comparison of words to leaves – each one a part of who you are.
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Thanks Inky for reading.What a coincidence I was just reading yours on your blog.
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You are welcome, Megha. Yes, I noticed!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I liked the part about the broken star.
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Thanks Emily
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I’m in love with this piece. “My words are all I have/ My words are all me.” Fantastic! I really really love it. Well done, Megha! Brilliant work!!
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Aww thanks so much Ana. Yes, those are my favorite lines too.
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Oh how we think of our words and what they are to us. Bravo Megha.
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Thanks so much Beth for reading
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Beautiful word play!
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Thanks dear
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You’re welcome 😊
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Beautiful Megha..!!
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Thanks so much.
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