Mercy

I'm living at your mercy waiting for your sweet glance to get caught by my hungry eyes I'm trying breathlessly to get close to you to get brushed by your skin or elbowed by you hiding in the plain sight almost invisible to you your silhouette is  marked on my soul your perfume arouses the  deep …

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 …

Listen closely

“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”  ---Aristotle As I grow old or rather mature with each passing year I strongly feel that all the incidents, big or small, happening in the world around us changes us a little bit. We keep changing from the person we were born as. Every little joy, happiness, anger, frustration, …

My fight

When will the struggle be going to be over? When will the pain end? The continuous feeling of fighting against something unknown and invincible is tiring and exhausting. How can you fight the daily grind of life knowing that you can never come alive out of it? Yes that the eternal truth everybody know. When …

I’m human

I'm human I refuse to understand the meaning hidden in the lyrics I refuse to understand the moral of the story I refuse to understand the love hidden in the dog-eared pages I'm human but I'm also a man I read all the prayers but I refuse to pray I visit the funerals and give the most …

Sparkle

  The sparkle in her eyes as she sees him the peaceful glean in her eyes as he steps back in the household   It brings happiness etched in her wrinkles happiness radiating  from her crow's-feet   A new wave of life and energy flows through her old veins the flash of happiness through her cracked lips …

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.

Rain, 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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