What Words Can Do – #21

"I feel that there's nothing more truly artistic than to love people." ~Vincent Van Gogh Happy Blogging! -Megha Bhartiya 💜

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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 →

Snowflakes (COLLAB)

~Heeeeeyyyyy! It's been long since I've posted ( again ) so forgive me. Apparently, my writer's block is as stubborn as me but yOU CAN'T BEAT ME AT MY OWN GAME HEHEHEHE. Okay sorry, that was creepy lol. So a while ago I sat down with my friend Adersh from "An Illusionary Reality" and collaborated... Continue Reading →

Telepathic Tether

~This is a poetic piece in the form of a first telepathic conversation between two strangers , the different coloured lines are to separate their dialogues. Enjoy =) ! Telepathic Tether Hello, voice in my head. Hi, voice in mine. Do you think you can help me, I think I need a friend. Why isn't... Continue Reading →

You’re Human

~Hey, thereee! It's my blog's first birthday! Yup, INKSOAKEDSOUL IS OFFICIALLY A ONE-YEAR-OLD INFANT NOW WOHOOO! Hehehe, sorry got carried away in excitement. Thank you all, for staying by my side and supporting me as I've grown through this year. To celebrate my blog's birthday, I have two compositions coming your way, both of them... Continue Reading →

A Wordless Camaraderie (COLLAB)

Hey everyone! This is a collaboration between me and Adersh, the first stanza is written by him and the second by me, and he's ended the poem. I hope you enjoy this one ❣️ Friendship I might have a bleak existence Yet I am not unhappy. For I have a friend And he comes everyday... Continue Reading →

Through the Tips of My Fingers

Through the tips of my fingers, I let the past slip. The grass is still green and wild, The honey still drips. Fog and mist have conflated, To reveal a painting of deafness and depth. Step into the scene they paint, And prepare to be speechless. To revel in the beauty of the present is... Continue Reading →

To The Gay Gallows

To the gay gallows, I walk. To the deep shallows, I swim. The misty gloom is piercing and profound. In silenced voices, whispering echoes ring loud. They're surrounding me with flaming candles in their hands. Spraying me with all the kerosene in the land. But no inferno can burn me, they don't know. My blood... Continue Reading →

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