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 →

What Words Can Do – #22

"The best work anyone ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing them. Always." ~Arthur Miller Happy Blogging! -Megha Bhartiya 💜

Alphabets Of A Lifetime

Alphabets Of A LifetimeArtlessly waiting for the day myBreakfast will be a full plate,Cold clothes made from curtains will beDitched and dinner would be served for once.Expectations, I've realized, are never met so I want myFuture independent of them.Goals I aim for are small and insignificant so IHope hindrances won't plague my way whenI break... Continue Reading →

Healed

Healed Smooth skin and bright eyes. Healthy head and white lies. The past is long gone and I feel free. Time has now let me be. A smile on my face and a precious sense of peace, I realize ; I'm healed and happy. -Megha Bhartiya, InkSoakedSoul 💜 © Megha Bhartiya, Inksoakedsoul.wordpress.com Picture Credits -... Continue Reading →

Healing

Healing Sensitive skin and puffy red eyes. Headaches and loud cries. The bitter moments are buried in past, The pain is ebbing away at last. A prescription in my hand and a hope to gain, I realize ; I'm healing and not in pain. -Megha Bhartiya, InkSoakedSoul 💜 © Megha Bhartiya, Inksoakedsoul.wordpress.com Photo Credits -... Continue Reading →

Hurt

Hurt Sweaty skin and teary eyes. Heavy head and loud lies. Mind clouded with the words that surround me. Overthinking would never let me be. I'm empty handed with nothing to gain, And I realize ; I'm hurt and in pain. -Megha Bhartiya, InkSoakedSoul 💜 © Megha Bhartiya, Inksoakedsoul.wordpress.com Photo credits - Pinterest   ~Hollllaaaa!... Continue Reading →

A Lone Traveller

A Lone Traveller White water veiling wet walls Of pebbles, stones and rocks standing tall. Mist rising from the meandering road Of sandy soil and destinations unknown. A lone traveller like me walks by, Lost and wandering under the cerulean sky. Cold wind kissing the back of my neck, Bringing the whispers of words unsaid.... Continue Reading →

I Am

~Dedication : I would like to start this blog post with some dedications. I'm dedicating this piece that I have penned to everyone who's reading it right now and to everyone who has answered my question when I've asked them, "What makes you... 'you' ?" This poem is not just mine, but ours, including yours.... Continue Reading →

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