Let Me Heal

Let Me Heal Withered flowers on his crowned head. A blackened leafy dress on his bodice. Thorns of growing greed around his limbs Gracefully gliding along his skin. In human form he stood, Feminine features on a masculine frame. An embodiment of nature, Blending all human stigmas, genders and race. Slender fingers gliding along a... Continue Reading →

Cryptic Poetry

Cryptic Poetry Cryptic poetry, Words, verses and stanzas of ill health. Diseased relations of tarnished bonds. Gilded cage : Steep stairs leading to faulty four walls, Compressing slowly under a cemented ceiling. It's a gilded cage. More than a decade of recycled retorts, Of icy insults, Of unanswered prayers, Of toxic tempers, And once taut... Continue Reading →

Skin & Bones

Skin & Bones Skin and bones I am. Pieces in pieces, undead under pretence. Seeking felicity in stolen moments and my faltering steps, Jaded, dull and hollow I've become on heavenly behest. Skin and bones I wasn't. Skin and bones I've become. To this hidden routine ache I might soon succumb. Until and if that... Continue Reading →

SHE- The Enigmatic Soul

Here’s an enigmatic and soulful piece pinned my dear talented friend Riddhima. She is so warm and compassionate to write this piece after being inspired by me and Enigma and to dedicate this to us.
Ah I am still so happy and grateful. (◍•ᴗ•◍)
Make sure you check out her amazing blog.
Her words are as beautiful and capturing as her bright personality!
Thank you Riddhima!
-Megha =) 💜



Made of stardust and sunshine, she is the child of the moon.

Her smile is beautiful and endearing like the warm autumn afternoon.

Scented with petrichor, her soul has grown in the sun-kissed gardens where flowers bloom.

She weaves her dreams with hope, love and life; like the dreamcatcher that hangs in her room.

The songs of her heart, she sings to the quiet starlit night.

She is consumed by peace as her eyes are gently kissed by the moonlight.

While she sleeps under the blanket of stars, the sky hides all her secrets in unknown galaxies.

The elysian night envelops her, while the moon reads to her the letters sent to him by his favourite pixies.

She dances in the rain as the green starts to glitter.

On the melodies that the heavens hum especially for her.

She walks barefoot on the grass as euphoria flows in her veins.

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Liminal In the liminal state of mind I often find myself in, I see doors of ebony, mahogany and teak. Gliding towards them on a sheet of incandescent affirmations, I hesitate before knocking : elm, ash, oak or beech? Eventually, I knock on the pine. Soft under my calloused knuckles. And I hear it, that... Continue Reading →


Lies It's been said and done. It's been said and done. What is said cannot be taken back. False hopes can't always fill deep cracks. Thresholds are met and broken. Words you'll regret are spoken. Some sorrows get embedded in your skin. In a battle against yourself, you can never truly win. What is said... Continue Reading →

What Words Can Do – #23

"Maybe I made a mistake yesterday, but yesterday’s me is still me. I am who I am today, with all my faults. Tomorrow I might be a tiny bit wiser, and that’s me, too. These faults and mistakes are what I am, making up the brightest stars in the constellation of my life. I have... Continue Reading →


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