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| Megha Sood |
Sound of Rain
The
sound of rain needs no translation
It's
pure and serene,
as
it impinges upon the earth
like
your fleeting touch on my skin
The
pitter-patter of drops
that
symphony--
which
breeds through nature's and takes you in
every
drop holds a universe,
a
plethora of memories to bask in
I
can get drenched by every falling drop
till
the skies cry to their heart's content
as
it falls relentlessly on my skin
and
washes every sin
This
ambrosial experience
this
seraphic touch---
A
gift from the skies to the earth
with
its parched skin
Sounds
of rain need no translation
as
it slowly seeps in.
Twined and Intertwined
In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks. ---John Muir
Twined
and intertwined
broken
and branched;
complex
and divine
pure
as a bliss
a
walk through these trails
Serenity
which encapsulates you
deafening
silence which rejuvenates you
with
each turn and twist
reveals
that beauty, so sublime
Those
streams and the creeks
running
through these pulsating veins
Infusing
love and serenity
Trees
lining up the mountains
curves
and accentuates
a
beauty so divine
It's
complicated
surreal
and yet so simple
It
hides the beauty
in
its plain sight
A
truth untold
thorough
those gossamer shrubs
in
the thinnest of its web
the
trail I took,
To
find the truth
hidden
deep inside.
Petrichor
Pitter Patter
as
it drops slowly
seeps
into my soul
and
make its home
with
every word, syllable
I
create and morph
as
my quill dances on the papyrus
it
drenches my soul
leaving
behind that petrichor
an
effervescence:
an
everlasting fragrance
it
spreads around
and
infuses my
living
being
it
gives sustenance
to
my parched soul
melting
and joining those cracked pieces
making a collage
of
my broken self
a
beautiful mosaic:
complete
and whole
My
words blotch and moistened
circles
around my pain
and
draws the boundary
to
contain the pain
where
it belongs;
My
words dripping from my quill,
imitates
the rain in my soul.
Nature: a tourniquet
This
hapless wandering
this
mindless rambling of thoughts
a
terrain of the broken incongruous thoughts:
like
a charred house its
remnants
useless
I
skip and run sprinting
lava
flowing under my skin
leaving
its footprint
its
presence marked by the welts and blisters
this
simmering feeling
that
never leaves me
It
stays embedded deep inside my soul
I
often try to forget
keeping
my face
towards
the breezy winds of the ocean
that
square of denial sits
tightly
between
me and my fears
This
too is bludgeoned
by
the deaths of thousand sun
solidarity
in grief:
raindrops
reciprocate the searing truth
petrichor
marinates my soul
healing
resonates everywhere
Nature
keeps me whole.
Pond - A Reflection
First Published in the Cavalcade of Stars
The
emptiness and the darkness of my soul
can't
be doused with me swallowing
gulping
down a fistful of fireflies,
like
the burning of the thousand suns
like
remorse of the old forgetful memory
now
marking its presence on your skin
picking
at your scab
The
happiness and cheerfulness in my heart
as
lively as the morning of a funeral day
there
is so much commotion
and
so much cacophony
I
have always looked at the pond
and
amazed by its ability
to
camouflage life and death
at
its sinking bottom
The
ripples that are made by the lively insects
it
catches your attention here and there
like
the glimmering flight of lights
in
my ashen eyes visible for a moment
and
then lost again,
and
all of a sudden
a
frog gulps the dragonfly
resting
on the edge of bent weed
mocking
the serenity of the pond
and
everything goes still again
till
the next ripple,
These are way beyond a simple "wow"! Your work amazes me! Congratulations Megha!ЁЯШК
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Walt for reading my poems and commenting on them I always appreciate your time and support.
DeleteWow! Superb poems dear Megha, each a gem! Especially loved "Twined & Intertwined"!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much maam.So glad you liked it.Twined was actually written during a nature walk.
DeleteLovely poems, Megha.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your kind words of appreciation.
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