#megha #review
Life with wings.
You called me a doll
Custom made beautifully.
With bright clothes to put
And matching accessories.
And i..
Being a silly girl
Accepted it like a
Child earning for chocolate.
Little did i know that
Those bright clothes
Wd smother me once, for
It wd tighten the grip
As my body grew
And the matching accessories
Was all chains to
Hold me at place
Tightly with your grip.
The golden tint
Was a bright curtain
To blind my eyes
To the birds of this world.
Today..
When i took the sword
To cut down the
Shining Iron rods,
My flesh was cut
With blood oozing fresh
I can feel the pain.
But the road to freedom
Is never easy..
And i painted it with
Bright blood
Like a red silk
Shiner than those
Painted gold.
Now its time to walk towards
That inner paradise
Which you locked
With ur keyless lock,
And i...
With those thousand cuts
Wd run towards that secret doir
Either to die
Or to take a glance
At that secret garden with
White Lilies and red roses...
Life with wings.
You called me a doll
Custom made beautifully.
With bright clothes to put
And matching accessories.
And i..
Being a silly girl
Accepted it like a
Child earning for chocolate.
Little did i know that
Those bright clothes
Wd smother me once, for
It wd tighten the grip
As my body grew
And the matching accessories
Was all chains to
Hold me at place
Tightly with your grip.
The golden tint
Was a bright curtain
To blind my eyes
To the birds of this world.
Today..
When i took the sword
To cut down the
Shining Iron rods,
My flesh was cut
With blood oozing fresh
I can feel the pain.
But the road to freedom
Is never easy..
And i painted it with
Bright blood
Like a red silk
Shiner than those
Painted gold.
Now its time to walk towards
That inner paradise
Which you locked
With ur keyless lock,
And i...
With those thousand cuts
Wd run towards that secret doir
Either to die
Or to take a glance
At that secret garden with
White Lilies and red roses...
Life with wings.
#megha #review
You called me a doll
Custom made beautifully.
With bright clothes to put
And matching accessories.
And I..
Being a silly girl
Accepted it like a
Child earning for chocolate.
Little did I know that
Those bright clothes
Would smother me once, for
It would tighten the grip
As my body grew
And the matching accessories
Was all chains to
Hold me at place
Tightly with your grip.
The golden tint
Was a bright curtain
To blind my eyes
To the birds of this world.
Today..
When I took the sword
To cut down the
Shining Iron rods,
My flesh was cut
With blood oozing fresh
I can feel the pain.
But the road to freedom
Is never easy..
And I painted it with
Bright blood
Like a red silk
Shiner than those
Painted gold.
Now its time to walk towards
That inner paradise
Which you locked
With your keyless lock,
And I...
With those thousand cuts
Wd run towards that secret doir
Either to die
Or to take a glance
At that secret garden with
White Lilies and red roses...
#megha #review
You called me a doll
Custom made beautifully.
With bright clothes to put
And matching accessories.
And I..
Being a silly girl
Accepted it like a
Child earning for chocolate.
Little did I know that
Those bright clothes
Would smother me once, for
It would tighten the grip
As my body grew
And the matching accessories
Was all chains to
Hold me at place
Tightly with your grip.
The golden tint
Was a bright curtain
To blind my eyes
To the birds of this world.
Today..
When I took the sword
To cut down the
Shining Iron rods,
My flesh was cut
With blood oozing fresh
I can feel the pain.
But the road to freedom
Is never easy..
And I painted it with
Bright blood
Like a red silk
Shiner than those
Painted gold.
Now its time to walk towards
That inner paradise
Which you locked
With your keyless lock,
And I...
With those thousand cuts
Wd run towards that secret doir
Either to die
Or to take a glance
At that secret garden with
White Lilies and red roses...
Gods of earth
#megha #review
The heavenly messenger
Descended the earth
Once a fine day.
He walked through the streets
Watching the earthly beauties..
At a distance, he heard
The cries of people to god.
Not one.. but many did he heard.
But the gods were different
Nothing like that of his
Superiors back in heaven.
He went with the crowd
And saw a man
Dressed like a hermit.
The crowd prayed to him..
Cried to him..
Asked for guidance
And followed him
Like a flock of sheep.
The messenger astonished
Called out for justice.
Only to get stamped
By a flock of stupid sheep.
He went back, reported the case.
The heavenly aboard
Descended to earth
To punish the swindlers.
The gods and goddesses
Weren’t covered with gold and silk
Skin not fair and no perfect features,
They were mere shadows
to the naked eyes,
With no genders nor caste.
The gods on earth and their loyal followers
Despised the heavenly powers
Calling swindlers.
They lost the war…
And went back like a
Defeated group of
Crazy barbarians.
Somewhere far away…
a poet wrote,
“oh, mighty gods...
U sat there idle
Enjoying the celestial luxuries…
U dint know
The ship of earth
Sinking with swindlers…
And now…
You are useless as gods,
In fact… not gods anymore
But a group of
Lunatic formless shadows.
#megha #review
The heavenly messenger
Descended the earth
Once a fine day.
He walked through the streets
Watching the earthly beauties..
At a distance, he heard
The cries of people to god.
Not one.. but many did he heard.
But the gods were different
Nothing like that of his
Superiors back in heaven.
He went with the crowd
And saw a man
Dressed like a hermit.
The crowd prayed to him..
Cried to him..
Asked for guidance
And followed him
Like a flock of sheep.
The messenger astonished
Called out for justice.
Only to get stamped
By a flock of stupid sheep.
He went back, reported the case.
The heavenly aboard
Descended to earth
To punish the swindlers.
The gods and goddesses
Weren’t covered with gold and silk
Skin not fair and no perfect features,
They were mere shadows
to the naked eyes,
With no genders nor caste.
The gods on earth and their loyal followers
Despised the heavenly powers
Calling swindlers.
They lost the war…
And went back like a
Defeated group of
Crazy barbarians.
Somewhere far away…
a poet wrote,
“oh, mighty gods...
U sat there idle
Enjoying the celestial luxuries…
U dint know
The ship of earth
Sinking with swindlers…
And now…
You are useless as gods,
In fact… not gods anymore
But a group of
Lunatic formless shadows.
#megha #review
The heavenly messenger
Descended the earth
Once a fine day.
He walked through the streets
Watching the earthly beauties..
At a distance, he heard
The cries of people to god.
Not one.. but many did he heard.
But the gods were different
Nothing like that of his
Superiors back in heaven.
He went with the crowd
And saw a man
Dressed like a hermit.
The crowd prayed to him..
Cried to him..
Asked for guidance
And followed him
Like a flock of sheep.
The messenger astonished
Called out for justice.
Only to get stamped
By a flock of stupid sheep.
He went back, reported the case.
The heavenly aboard
Descended to earth
To punish the swindlers.
The gods and goddesses
Weren’t covered with gold and silk
Skin not fair and no perfect features,
They were mere shadows
to the naked eyes,
With no genders nor caste.
The gods on earth and their loyal followers
Despised the heavenly powers
Calling swindlers.
They lost the war…
And went back like a
Defeated group of
Crazy barbarians.
Somewhere far away…
a poet wrote,
“oh, mighty gods...
U sat there idle
Enjoying the celestial luxuries…
U dint know
The ship of earth
Sinking with swindlers…
And now…
You are useless as gods,
In fact… not gods anymore
But a group of
Lunatic formless shadows.
The heavenly messenger
Descended the earth
Once a fine day.
He walked through the streets
Watching the earthly beauties..
At a distance, he heard
The cries of people to god.
Not one.. but many did he heard.
But the gods were different
Nothing like that of his
Superiors back in heaven.
He went with the crowd
And saw a man
Dressed like a hermit.
The crowd prayed to him..
Cried to him..
Asked for guidance
And followed him
Like a flock of sheep.
The messenger astonished
Called out for justice.
Only to get stamped
By a flock of stupid sheep.
He went back, reported the case.
The heavenly aboard
Descended to earth
To punish the swindlers.
The gods and goddesses
Weren’t covered with gold and silk
Skin not fair and no perfect features,
They were mere shadows
to the naked eyes,
With no genders nor caste.
The gods on earth and their loyal followers
Despised the heavenly powers
Calling swindlers.
They lost the war…
And went back like a
Defeated group of
Crazy barbarians.
Somewhere far away…
a poet wrote,
“oh, mighty gods...
U sat there idle
Enjoying the celestial luxuries…
U dint know
The ship of earth
Sinking with swindlers…
And now…
You are useless as gods,
In fact… not gods anymore
But a group of
Lunatic formless shadows.
The oldest pains
Are here for a visit.
The little prince
Mourning in silence.
The poet writes
His favorite songs.
Its another night
Of great despair.
Far away in a land
Sings a cuckoo
To find its beloved.
In here a forlorn man
Mesmerized in its song.
The flowers bloom
And the leaves fall.
The great ocean
Waiting for its sun.
The great conspirator
Makes a plan
For you and me.
#review #megha
Are here for a visit.
The little prince
Mourning in silence.
The poet writes
His favorite songs.
Its another night
Of great despair.
Far away in a land
Sings a cuckoo
To find its beloved.
In here a forlorn man
Mesmerized in its song.
The flowers bloom
And the leaves fall.
The great ocean
Waiting for its sun.
The great conspirator
Makes a plan
For you and me.
#review #megha
#megha #review
Loner
I walked along the streets...
Like a lone traveller,
Without another human,
Like a mere observer.
I saw humans,
Passing beside be,
Pretentious they seem,
Yet so humane.
Like a pair of eyes,
Penetrating deep into those souls,
I could see their chaotic hearts,
Whirling like a big cyclone.
And like a magnet,
The waves hit my heart,
Making it in pace,
With their chaotic ones.
But I smiled...
Cuz, I have long learned,
The art of survival..
Loner
I walked along the streets...
Like a lone traveller,
Without another human,
Like a mere observer.
I saw humans,
Passing beside be,
Pretentious they seem,
Yet so humane.
Like a pair of eyes,
Penetrating deep into those souls,
I could see their chaotic hearts,
Whirling like a big cyclone.
And like a magnet,
The waves hit my heart,
Making it in pace,
With their chaotic ones.
But I smiled...
Cuz, I have long learned,
The art of survival..