Mushroom

Aww! the tiny little feet stomping up and down they run through the forest as if they own this part of town   He carries a lanky stick in his hand and beats the bushes aloud climb and jumps anywhere and waves his leafy flag around   Roaring and beating the bush to make way … Continue reading Mushroom

Hollow

Why do we feel empty inside? Why do we feel hollow inside? stripped of our emotions  why do we feel numb inside when the emotions are raging  anger and pain are roaring and all the feelings are screaming and squealing as hard as they can.   Why do we feel hollow inside? When there is a … Continue reading Hollow

Last call

We all are waiting for that final call, aren't we? “Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.” ― Isaac Asimov What are you made up of strong metallic armor with a toned body covered with a warm beating supple heart and love undefined Did that iota of the primordial gell still … Continue reading Last call

Moral values of an AI

The moral system of an AI system will not be mirrored by our's because for the very simple reason that they are not humans. Artificial systems would never be benevolent because they are trying to achieve their goals without the moral compass built into them. They are just trying to achieve the objective they are built for. Giving … Continue reading Moral values of an AI

Are you talented?

“Everyone has talent. What's rare is the courage to follow it to the dark places where it leads.”  --Erica Jong Creativity can take different forms and different directions. What final forms it takes depends on how well you nurture it but what is a talent? How do you define yourself to be talented in a … Continue reading Are you talented?

Dreams

Dreams come from the past, not from the future. Dreams shouldn't control you-you should control them. -Haruki Murakami- What kind of dreams do you get at night? Are they the cozy, romantic full of passion. Which makes you dreamy-eyed and gives you the warm and cozy feeling of sleeping in your comfortable bed or they … Continue reading Dreams

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.

rainRain, 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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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 … Continue reading Window

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

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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.


Photo by Kevin Cloney on Unsplash

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Rainbow Dreams

Reblogging in response to the contest on
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Megha's World

chris-barbalis-348804I 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

Photo by Chris Barbalis on Unsplash

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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  … Continue reading Atmosphere

Are you writing from heart?

“A drop of ink may make a million think.” ― George Gordon Byron How do you know what you are writing is coming from your heart? How do you know what you are writing will resonate with the readers and they will be able to understand the true meaning hidden behind the words. Well, I … Continue reading Are you writing from heart?