A profound thought to share with you my beloved readers and dear friends in the WordPress community as I publish my 1001 post.
Clothes on the drying line dripping and swayed away by the winds they are empty there is no fullness no body as the soul is missing but the sleeves are stained wet with the dried cracked blood of the kid who got crushed under your feet in the riot yesterday Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash --Megha
First published in Visual Verse Vol 5 Chapter 10 Your mind, a congruence of aberrant thoughts a serendipitous convergence, you try so fervently to carve your own niche your own identity in this cesspool of clones floating for eons from here to nothing Your face, a stark reflection of the blatant reality where everyone is … Continue reading Feeble attempt
The deep long treacherous shadows cast on the bedroom wall the hallucinations of the clock the monsters lingering in the hall the clever and long nails of the desires clawing their way in your deep supple soul and with an ashen mouth soaked with the crimson a touch of your tangerine love I ask for … Continue reading Once More
One of my poems got featured in the Indian periodical. Read Ashes to ashes