Breaking point

Another beautiful composition by Megha.

Megha's World

“One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be, rather than being yourself.”
― Shannon L. Alder

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A thousand sweet praises
I can listen sweetly
and keep forgetting them
the next day I rise

Only one insult from you
hurled at me
from your sullen mouth
breaks and shakes me
shatter me
into million pieces
It gnaws at my insides

There is no beginning
and there is no end
the pain seems to
wriggle its way
all around me
making a tight knot
I’m unable to open

The incessant choking
and my raspy breath
is frantically looking for a
a breeze of fresh air

How is it that I
live with all my flaws
with my head held high
but a single insult
I can’t seem to bear
it kills me alive.

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The Greatest Fear

I was walking there
fearlessly
On the dark and dusky path
chaperoned
only by the mellow moonlight
tranquil
And my unruffled thoughts
of delusion
of valour

No one could frighten me
Neither the insects
nor the fate
It was then I realized
when a shadow started following me
What my real fear was.


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Rebel

The Final Goodbye

Just a few days ago, a school bus fell into a deep gorge in the Kangra district of Himachal Pradesh taking lives of over 25 children, all less than the age of 10. Some if them as a matter of fact had their first day to school. The pain and suffering of all those families is beyond our imagination. Even thinking about it is dreadful enough.

Deepest condolences to all the families affected and peace to all the souls departed.

We always say goodbye but we never know which one is the last…

Frothed with fervence
She was ready to bid goodbye to her son
It was afterall his first day to school
How would she live so many hours
Without his childish pranks
And his tender voice
echoing in the house
Demanding toy trains and air planes

As she woke him up
he opened his glittering eyes
Brimming with innocence
His flimsy hands enveloping her fingers
Emanating oblivion
Ignorant of the worldly transience
Perhaps pleading her
not to send him away
alone to a peculiar place

And her heart melted again
when he muttered that magical word
Mumma
outpouring love
A great squabble going on
between her head and her heart
With indomitable courage
she let her head win
Getting him ready for the school

It seemed as if
far away was going her soul
To protect him from all negativity
behind his ear she put some kohl

All dressed up in his blue uniform
looking so chubby and so tall
She blew him a flying kiss
as he sat in the school bus
and that was all…


Her fate doomed upon her
as she received that curse full call
Hurriedly she reached the place
Where laid her kid, so tiny and small

With trembling feet and numbed body
she went to him and as she reached near
His contagious smile imprinted her mind
And his charming voice filled her ear

She sat by his side
too shattered to even curse her fate
She shook him up, he would stand up back
A miracle she did await

Holding his cold hands, she called his name
hoping to hear a reply
The silence choked up her heart
she lost each breath and every sigh


As they cover him with a shroud
she hugs him, embraces and adores
She is out of her senses, too numb
to believe that her kid is no more


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Social Evils ( An Anthology)

So this anthology by Megha once again left me out of words. In the era of development we might have achieved a lot materialistic but there’s so much more to get.A really long way to go. But then there are people like her who do their bit to bring a change.
Something everyone should read & share.

Megha's World

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Hello, my blogging family,

As they say that “Pen is mightier than the sword” and being a poet/blogger we all know about the mesmerizing and strong impression our words can make on the lives of the people around us. On the eve of the World poetry day, I would like to wish all my bloggers/writers/poets of our wonderful WordPress community, more power to their thoughts and to their ever-magical quill.

Also, since I have been using poetry as a medium of my creative expression and thoughts I wanted to write a series of poems based on the few social evils of our society. Everyone I know must have experienced any of these while growing up, so I implore you to take your precious time to read about them and spread the awareness and any steps which we can do to stop them from festering in our society.

I have always…

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All Numb

I miss you
no more
Not that
I’ve forgotten you
or the intimate moments
spent with you
But that
the constant yearning
to get you back
has turned me frigid
all numb
I’m out of my senses
The chances
to get back are really low
both my senses
and you…


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Intoxicated

Every morning
My eyes rush
to catch a glimpse
of that gleeful face
And the moment I find
those bottomless brown eyes
a rapid rush of adrenaline
flows through me
pinkening my pale skin
His sight penetrates through me
exploring
parts of me
yet to be discovered
My pensive feelings
yawning sleepily
wake up with a jerk
exhilarated by effervescence
entangled by ecstacy
surrounded
by the smoke of solace
All my toasty thoughts
cuddled up
inside the blanket of my heart
begin to levitate
towards the stratosphere
I feel intoxicated
enslaved
to see that addictive face
again and again
If the appetite
will be satiated
ever
I doubt…


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For Ever

“If nothing lasts forever let’s be Nothing”. – anonymous

For the one who wants to fall in love:

Love someone badly
to the core
but don’t forget
to love yourself
It is you who will stay
with you
no matter what
and forever
That is the end of loneliness
and beginning of
a romantic journey
enduring lifetime….

For the one who has fallen in love:

Give your heart away
but remember
it may return
injured
and fragmented into
perhaps a zillion pieces
Making you really difficult
to hold them all
together
and fix them back
You may be pulverized
because
nothing lasts forever…

For the one with a broken heart:

Anything may not last
Forever
But who said that
transience can’t be perfect
So love someone again
and again
Till your heart runs out of love
till it gets fed up
of stitching itself back
And trust me
it won’t
ever
Love loves to love love…


Fall in love then stand back and then fall again. Maybe that’s how it works. But never stop loving…It may be fake but that’s the only thing that’s real…


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The Conjurer

For- The one with those hypnotic grey eyes…

I don’t know you nor do you know me. I’m pretty sure you must have forgotten me. Why wouldn’t you? There were just a few moments that you became my co-passenger yesterday.

Anyways let me tell you something. Once a chatterbox,suddenly you have made a solitudinarian. Being that is what let’s me think about you and your charming eyes.

You know what that hypnotic pair of grey gems didn’t take too long to create a tzimmes inside me. They did that with utmost ease and perfection. Just a gaze and all my benighted thoughts got swiped away. Just that wink and a peculiar delight pullulated within- a delight I’m mot quite used to.

Just as a dornick travels through the immeasurable ocean, my heart scaled the depth of your intriguing grey eyes. Like helium my heart transversed across high heights to reach the horizon.

It was like someone casted a spell on me which doesn’t let me think of something else. And against your introspection that all wasn’t momentary. It wasn’t circumscribed to the time you were sitting there looking at me. Even now I’m circumferenced by your thought.

I guess you must be a burglar- burglar of hearts, with your eyes as your chief weapon by which to hypnotize people. Or wait, you must be a proficient ventriloquist as a puppet is what I feel like right now.

Whatever you are now that I’m under your spell I don’t think I need my talisman. After all I’ve got a new conjurer.


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See you the next time. Till then if you liked this post do visit Spellbound- the poem. It’s really something you shouldn’t miss.

 

Will it or Won’t??

Everyone's treating me good on Women's Day
But what will happen on 8th of May??
Will they respect me the same way
the way they are doing today??
"Don't travel alone" won't they say
Giving me an extremely hopeful ray...

Won't they regulate all that I wear
Or to my parents will I be more dear?
All ugly comments will I stop to hear
whenever there are boys around or near?
Will I travel unaccompanied without fear
Will molestations and rapes be about to disappear?
Will the birth of my sister bring cheer
Will everyone's eyes get a joyful tear?

Won't they tie down like a kite
Without asking for it will I get my right?
Will safer become my day and my night
Will women be part of a powerful sight?
A fire in hearts will I be able to ignite
Won't they want me to be pretty and white?
Will they let me take a high flight
Or is everything just for tonight??

If my freedom is restricted to a certain day
I want that day to forever stay
That's the only thing I'm going to pray
So that each day becomes a Happy Women's Day...

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Pallid Pages

Her once sinewy hands are now quivering

The rusty album has perhaps become too heavy

For her feeble hands to hold.

As she turns the pallid pages

The memoire of her life starts to obtrude

Vernal era of her life is over

And enduring autumn has arrived.

Her sublime face has become pale and puckered

The bloomy hands have crumpled

Her lustrous skin has been left languid

And it’s radiance has been lost into an abyss unknown

Maybe jitters and worriment have engulfed it

Her slender fingers which once cradled her infants

are now unescorted

Craving for someone to uphold her

Relic of treasured memories has amortized too

Turning the oasis into a graveyard

The story she wove on the fabric of her life

is about to end

Why she has to see the climax alone

She finds it obscure to understand


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