Stench

This city is crazy  this city is brimming  there is always something rotting burning people walk with crinkled noses and with scurried steps with the voice of the screaming heart those spires of the skyscrapers piercing and pinching  the heart of the sky which bleeds on the people who bet their life on the beauty of the alabaster moon …

Quest – A reflection in woods

In that thickness  of the deep mesh of woods where the heart feels the light is denied  and it falls prey  to the devouring reality Those twisted twigs  and tangled thoughts And people living with broken truth my doppelgänger tries to find its true identity Those little saplings  of dreams and wishes cursed by the …

Simulation

“Emotions - Happiness, anger, jealousy... is the mind experiencing "presence" in our holographic existence.” ― Clyde DeSouza, Memories With Maya They say deep down  inside  we all are built of shapes just pure shapes  not mass or matter a simulation of some sorts our holographic existence this world is built upon We are just random shapes  dancing …

Live to the fullest

“One clear moment, one of trance  One missed step, one perfect dance  One missed shot, one and only chance  Life is all...but one fleeting glance.”  ― Sanober Khan Oh there it goes fleetingly, swimmingly, gently, just another moment traveling on that speck dust on that sliver of light which you hardly noticed with our heads down and …

Reset

“Wherever you are is the entry point.” ― Kabir Sometimes I just want to shatter myself rip apart in pieces shreds in small bits so my beautiful soul trapped in my ego laced body can be set free to roam the mountains and rivers fly high in the cerulean skies get absorbed in the dew drops and …

Blame ( Micro poetry)

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 …

Perched

Perched at the top but still looking down with those eyes seeking love and solace gazing from emptiness to nothing I'm the single soul left in this metropolis where I can see every one but everyone is blind to see me   Those crimson tinge skies carrying the smell of the dusk laced with the dancing specks of …

New Me

I smell blood in the water I see sharks all around me heartbroken, downtrodden wandering in search of you finding a way out of this labyrinth the hope keeps burning and the flickering flame never meets its death I'm crossing mountains getting drenched in rivers half drowned, gasping for breath with a parched soul and knees …

Funny ( Micro poetry)

Dying Star ( Micro poetry)

Expect

“To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect” ― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility Behind a closed door Inside a long beautiful veil After a long wait a glimpse of him through that passing train Pacing up and down the corridors waiting to hear that soulful cry Looking up and down the list …

Reflection

How many times have you been mistaken for someone else in a crowd or when you are missing someone so dearly that you are constantly looking for bits of him in other people.I guess " The out of sight, out of mind" analogy doesn't work for the people who are longing for their lost ones.Love always leaves a deep impression on your soul, which is hard to forget. Love reflects in mysterious ways.

My Salvation

This poem is in continuation of my micro poetry. Read Salvation. As I dance till my feet bleed the sweat pour out of my body as tears of my soul I dance till I drop dead As I sing from my heart till my voice turns coarse and harsh and every word, every syllable touches …

The circle

From the stars we came, and to the stars we return. ― Jack Campbell, Relentless Yes this could be the truth The moment you are waiting for The quest for life The unveiling we all been waiting for You wait for this to happen To happen all your life Heart has been pounding Ears listening …

Life (Micro poetry)

Memories

This is where it was beautiful This is where it hurts the most This is where I made the most pleasant memories That is where I regret the most This was there everything stopped This is where everything started to fester. This is where the night became the day There was where rolled another day …

Metamorphosis

I call this the necessary transformation the inevitable change the unavoidable incident when I lay my heart bare and you ripped it to shreds I gathered the pieces weaved a chrysalis out of it and stayed inside till I came out as a butterfly from the battered caterpillar you left me to be --Megha Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash …

Half empty/Half full ( Micro poetry)

The Map

“A ship that sails without a compass will get lost at sea.” ― Matshona Dhliwayo First Published in the Writer Cafe's Magazine Issue 16   The cluttered thoughts  in my tangled mind begging for the sunshine to  make their way through the cobwebs of uncertainty and slippery steps of the doubts I precariously chose my …

Indentation

A colorful explosion, a kaleidoscopic implosion, a vibrance shattered amongst the ends of the horizon  and scattered across the galaxy with its tinge appearing  in every shade of the sunrise and sunset painting the crimson laced sky in the wee hours of the day the burst of the colors those glittering and spellbinding sending the vibration  throughout …

Fear (Micro poetry)

Reward

How do you like to be rewarded in life? Everything you have worked hard for everything  you have sacrificed Do you want your dreams to come true in the end ? or do you want to think one more time before the dark wishes raise their head.   How do you like to be rewarded in …

The Map

“A ship that sails without a compass will get lost at sea.” ― Matshona Dhliwayo   The cluttered thoughts  in my tangled mind begging for the sunshine to  make their way through the cobwebs of uncertainty and slippery steps of the doubts I precariously chose my way out of here through the dark alleys of …

Feeble attempt

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 …