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, … Continue reading Listen closely

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 … Continue reading My fight


  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 … Continue reading Sparkle


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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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


Megha's World

Those beautiful lines etched on your skinThe art speaking for itselfEmotions oozing out from each drop of InkAnd pain screaming from each twist and turnEvery stroke of the pen defines youEvery twist of the nipGlorifies youYour beauty needs no jewelsYou are adorned by themPlaying shamelessly Around your curvesBumping and gliding aroundthe turnsIt etched the beauty you were hiding deep withinIt etches the scars you were carrying all inEvery mark whisper sweet nothings in your earEvery needle carve out an impression in your soulWish I could be part of that intimate conversationWish I could be close as they areWish I could be that tattoo on your heart.

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This post has been in response to the daily prompt Trademark

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"There's something about childhood friends that you just can't replace." -Lisa Whelchel You could do somersault with me You were the prince to my ballerina You always pushed me higher on the swing and held me when I fell down You were always my home You could always save me   You could always sneak away candies … Continue reading You