Spilling Secrets

Hush hush, the whispering winds sing. Cut open and surrender for this war no one wins. Hush hush, the swaying trees are saying. Their wrath will descend, breathe out but don't breathe in. Hush hush, the water is wailing. Drenching deep in toxic tears, the ice is hot and burning. Hush hush, the earth and... Continue Reading →


20 Questions Tag

Hey there! My friend Shruti from Justscribbledthoughts has nominated me for the 20 Questions Tag and I'm here with my answers which I had a lot of fun writing ( they're all about books, wohooo!). Thanks for nominating me Shruti! Be sure to check out her wonderful blog to acquaint yourselves with some extremely well-written... Continue Reading →

What Words Can Do – #14

"I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget." ~Erin Van Vuren Happy Blogging! -Megha Bhartiya ๐Ÿ’œ

That Unfinished Cup of Tea

Today, I'm remembering. I'm remembering that unfinished cup of tea. These photo frames with flower garlands remind me. They remind me of the happy family that we used to be. Oh, how the cup shattered into pieces. Oh, how the hot tea spilt down on me. Suddenly the air was filled with gunshots and screams.... Continue Reading →

Writing Reflections (COLLAB)

~Hey, guysss! I'm here with my first ever collaboration ( AHHH I'M REALLY HAPPY ) and I'm delighted to say it was with my friend Shruti from justscribbledthoughts. She's an amazing writer, photographer and a wonderful person, so make sure you check her blog out. Together we have composed this poem Writing Reflections for you... Continue Reading →

What Words Can Do – #13

"Sometimes the best thing you can do is not think, not wonder, not imagine, not obsess. Just breathe, and have faith that everything will work out for the best." ~Anonymous Happy Blogging! -Megha Bhartiya ๐Ÿ’œ

The Quill & Parchment

The quill and parchment lie immobile on your desk, While you worry about your impressions leaving them unimpressed. But it is your voice, thought and opinion. A plethora of words, a spectrum of gradients. You worry about the glib people that surround you, While they chase after the materialistic things they're bound to. Feelings removed... Continue Reading →

The Cosmic Commuter

He's a cosmic commuter. A dark little prodigy. A boy of books and broken dreams, Of fantasies and things unseen. Riding on rockets at several light-years. He's a brilliant mind with a bright blue soul. Stepping foot on the pedals and changing gears. He's skipping nebullas and black-holes. He looks up and stares at the... Continue Reading →


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