“What if you find your soul mate... at the wrong time?” ― Lauren Kate, Passion We are two broken pieces two pieces of a lost puzzle missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle suppose to complete the picture We are floating around in the endless universe tied by a string of invisible connection missing the ends so far … Continue reading Parallel World
I'm in entwined with you you ask me how I say, as the vines embrace the strong arms of the tree for their love and sustenance I say, I'm inseparable from you you ask me how I say, as the clouds hiding the bouts of rain in them I'm submerged in you you ask me … Continue reading I say,
This poem is in continuation of the micro poetry.Read it here Those fleeting glances those eye contact never bothered me there were many in the crowded room, in the subway, in the clubs, on the dance floor They could never hold my gaze for too long none of them were that strong They could not … Continue reading Inflammable
Why I need your love?
Don't ask me to explain why I need your love, a parched soul, in the search of that oasis even the slightest glance of you quenches my heart Don't ask me to explain why I need your love, a wild deer, galloping in the thicket of the forest seeking fervently for that musk seeded within his … Continue reading Why I need your love?
Lovers (Micro poetry)
Origin (Micro poetry)
This micro poetry is a prelude to a poem of the same name.Read the full poem here
When I heard you the first time I shifted my gaze to look for you in that crowded room your deep-throated voice stirred something inside my soul and started something I didn't know When I heard you the first time I felt as if you have called out to my sleeping soul and shook me … Continue reading Voice
Soulmates (Micro poetry)
“She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.” ― J.M. Storm A ball of sagging clay in your hands taking shapes between the ridges of your fingers getting knead by … Continue reading Potter
“Home isn't a place, its a feeling” ― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie The air is heavy with your words deeply scented with your memories laced with your unspoken words I am gasping for my breath choking at times when they come back and haunt me titillate me and arouse me sometimes with their fragrance evermore but still … Continue reading Home
Endless ( Micro poetry)
Speaks to us- By Megha Sood and Shantanu Baruah – A Collaboration
Here comes my second collaboration with one of my favorite poets in the WordPress community. I have really been amazed and equally inspired by Shantanu's magical art of weaving beautiful verses through his magical quill. He blogs at Ckonfab. Do visit his blog if you haven't yet. Do leave your precious thoughts about this collaboration … Continue reading Speaks to us- By Megha Sood and Shantanu Baruah – A Collaboration
“We are halves, but we make an infinite whole.” ― Catherynne M. Valente Am I an amenity in your life? or am something who defines you Do I complete your dreams? or I'm just a passing glance. Am I the magical quill which makes your dreams come true? or I'm the clown in the circus who … Continue reading Companion
This poem is a continuation of the micro poetry. Read Branded. “Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.” ― Rumi They say you left and I kept living like nothing ever happened Oh I'm so emotionless, frozen, numb to the core and nothing can ever move me for sure nothing can falter … Continue reading Watermark
Inflammable (Micro poetry)
This micro poetry is a prelude to the poem of the same name.Read Inflammable
Sustenance (Micro poetry)
Reblogging this as I read poems of Pablo Neruda.
“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda
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
“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” ― Pablo Neruda Dreaming of crimson dreams under the satin sheets in the warmth of your hold warmed by your existence Kissed by the dewdrops hugged by the passion of your love cuddling in the fluffy pillows feeling … Continue reading Crimson Dreams
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