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....

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....

Nimbostratus |12 metres & 17 metres per second

~This is a personal piece I felt like sharing. It is bursting with metaphors and enjambments and I wrote it in one-sitting, ditching the rhyme schemes I usually go for and just going with the flow of my thoughts, hence, this is a very raw piece. What I would really like is for you to...

Winter Winds

The autumn leaves have fallen. The winter winds blow. Oh, the cold white veils the things I see. The clock stops, time ceases ; and nothing moves or grows. The cold chills my bones The snow burns my skin. The winter holds me in its grips, So I cuddle myself and hide within. I watch...

I’m Sad

I'm sad. No, not depressed. No, not moody. Just sad. As shallow and as deep as that. As casual and as frequent as that. As painful and as lovely as that. As dangerous and as calming as that. I'm sad, not more and not less. I'm sad, not was and not will be ; I...

Labels

Labels It's not just a label on my chest, It's a tightening coil of chains and a collar on my neck. My existence, my life, now reduced to three harmless words. Oh, where'd she go? That carefree, happy and loving girl? Why does everyone but me get to decide? Where I will be fine to...

School Counsellor

School Counsellor I've always walked by her door, Early morning and late afternoon, In silence and confusion. I've always wondered whether to seek her, That comforting and knowing smile of hers, Brimming in me, till the edge ; that irresistible temptation. My hands have trembled inspite of me. My heart beats faster inside of me....

Black Hole

Black Hole Beyond the realms of the atmosphere you see, Beyond the guided lights of above and the gravity from beneath, A star is burning up, Collapsing into flames of fierce chemicals and beautiful energy, And while it'll condense and conflate itself into a dark mass of pent up strength igniting us in flames. Time...