Sai Meghana
Abstract
Perhaps sometimes
We all get accustomed to pain
So much that lack thereof
Seems foreign
Perhaps then
We don't know what to do with the peace
That we set in search
Of new miseries
I Wonder
Forgotten
Solace
Longing
I Won't Ask Y...
Perhaps
Paper
Ambivalence
I Don't Write...
Chills
My poem has letters and alphabets, To make my poem light in weight, My poem has letters and alphabets, To make my poem light in weight,
A bundle of joy unwrapped, With a promise of jubilation, A bundle of joy unwrapped, With a promise of jubilation,
Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most sophisticated philos... Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most ...
Befog days nearing, Survive in uncertainty. Befog days nearing, Survive in uncertainty.
Drowned is the heart in the seas of pain, It doesn't want to see me... Drowned is the heart in the seas of pain, It doesn't want to see me...
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning? Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of ...
Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri. Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri.
She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carried the burden of he... She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carr...
You read fast only to be in gone a flash, You jump in the story with a guy with a mask. You read fast only to be in gone a flash, You jump in the story with a guy with...
Nice... Nice...
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion. No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion.
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
Fragile as a bubble of shroud, Undying as a tale read aloud! Fragile as a bubble of shroud, Undying as a tale read aloud!
A doctor with a big heart... A doctor with a big heart...
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
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