“The quiet sense of something lost”
― Alfred Tennyson
I’m lost in the translation
wandering between the pages of a book
hiding between the folds
and sitting under a neatly folded
dog-eared page
waiting to be pulled
I’m surrounded by the pages
of my life
and left behind in the
stories untold
that old shattered spine
of that dusty book
mirrors my life
I fervently crave for that
intense fresh smell
we usually find
in the binds of book
so new
so naive
I crave for that smell
which lingers on my breath
and gushes the memories of life
I rushed to forget
I’m lost in the folds
and the missing pages
where my story took a break
and can be found
in those missing traces
That blotch of the ink
like a stain on my soul
hides the very essence of my life
devoured it whole
I’m lost in the translation
wandering between the pages
I have been sitting on the ledge
of that old dusty shelf
too long
waiting to be picked
and be smelled again.
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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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Gorgeous as always.
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Thanks Devika
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This is beautiful!
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Thanks Sindhuja
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Beautiful, Megha! Absolutely stunning!
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Thanks Ana
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My pleasure😊
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Beautiful image to enhance the first words of the poem.
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Thanks so much Jaya.I tried to portray the miscommunication in the relationship.Hope it message is passed on
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You did. But I think the picture and the first line is my favorite part still. 🙂
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Thanks Jaya good to know that.Its a pleasure to interact with the readers
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Beautiful poem
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Thanks so much
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This poem should be a staple hanging up in every Barnes & Noble bookstore. What a lovely piece! 💗
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Aww thanks so much sweetheart.
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😘
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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Thanks so much John for the reblog.This is a personal fevorite of mine.
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It is very good Megha and you are welcome.
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Amazing poetry my friend.
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Thanks John.Appriciate your kind words.
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You have made it so difficult for me to comment. This was brilliant. Love how you opened this.
My favorite stanza was the craving of the smell. This was absolutely awesome/
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Thanks so much Andrew.You know how much I appreciate you feedback.
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You are a wonderful poet. One of the better ones here in WordPress.
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Thanks Andrew. I’m humbled by your words. Now the silly me wants to know who is the best ? haha
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Won’t answer that one. There are a few poets that I greatly admire, like you (and of course Nandita).
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Haha..as I said I was bring silly didn’t want to know that too.Yes, Nandita is a beautiful poetess and I miss her poetry a lot.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Aww thanks so much Chuck for the reblog.
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Such a wonderful piece, loved it!! When words, are forgotten; lost within translation. The soul yearn, to be noticed. One of my takeaways!
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Yes exactly.Thanks so much Warren.Your comments adds to the beauty of my poem.So thankful of your time.
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You’re welcome, my pleasure!
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I am lost in the fold and missing pages. What beautiful words. Loved it
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My love for reading spill in this one
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Smiles
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I very much enjoyed this poem!
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Thanks so much Karima.We all feel the same at times.
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A very nice poem.
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Thanks so much Roger
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So amazingly poetic and extremely thoughful…
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Thanks so much Rajini for reading and sharing your thoughts.
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Lovely composition. Loved it to the core, the meter, the emotions, carelessly yet intricately placed words and the zig zag format of presentation. The below mentioned lines would be my highlight from the piece,
“I’m lost in the folds
and the missing pages
where my story took a break
and can be found
in those missing traces”
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Thanks so much for reading my poem so intently.
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It is mesmerizing.
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love the use of smell, beautifully done
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Aww thanks so much dear
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Gorgeously beautiful ❤️
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Thanks so much Yasmin.We all sometimes gets lost in translation.
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