And the days like this, I sit by myself, no memories, no anticipated worries, but not even this is me. I'm waiting here for my lost fragments to arrive or maybe wishing that they will never come, in a hope to wait some more! Behold me, I may seem complete, perfect, no scars, no burns. But not even you can see any fine lines on my face. They are a sign of maturity, of growing with time. Neither I cried, nor I smiled. It's been a long time that I became antipathic to emotions. Emotions are overrated. I, all the times, see my life from a distance, like a passenger waiting for the ship to reach the shore on a cloudy, misty night. Deep down I know, it will never happen. Neither the clouds will dissipate nor the ship will arrive. It's all just a mirage, inside my little brain. So I wait and wait till my parts reach back to me one day! This non-existential identity is scaring me, for how could I identify my fragments or maybe they might fail to identify me! Time changes everything. It's like a river and I, an aimless boat, relying just on the wind to flow. You wanna see me closely, but don't you dare blame me for the aftermath of pandemonium inside my silence. Don't misconstrue me. You may see a tempest, but fear not, just dive inside, look inside the eye of the storm. It's silent, it's motionless. Make it your cynosure, your gravity. But all you have to do is to bear the storm. Sometimes the old rustic chimes may sing a melancholic song, and the antique walls may be tired up by a long wait. I know the bench too will fail to accept me one day. The dusk will change to dawn, again the night will arrive. Seasons will change, but something's, I know, will never gonna change. It's me, believing in eternities. No matter it's the shore or the other side of green, I'm waiting ceaselessly for nothing! -meghasharma
Celebrations time So finally it's time to welcome the child of the stars, Hey Buzzy, oops Sheriff, Happy birthday to you @alokvatsa
So let's begin here,
When the river of wisdom flows ceaselessly, and every hope and dream soar higher and higher, when the lark in the azure sky chaunt merrily, a song of humanity, and every heart's brimming with love and lenity, when the stoic comes alive, it's the time, when the child of the stars smile, with adamantium in bones, and heart so mellow, sprinkling stardust, leaving behind a trail of his celestial universe, galaxies are grinning, seeing him levitating souls! No matter what, you're born to shine, carpe diem, and if anything goes wrong, C'est la vie and sing a song! You're meant to grow, And never give up is always his motto, Don't you worry, just look inside, You're your own muse, he's always saying, 'Rise and Shine'
Hey Logan, you know na I was on hiatus! So please bear with it. Still I have tried my best to define you, the most strongest, determined and honest person and my virtual best friend ✌✨✨✨ See this time I've spelled adamantium correctly
I know you already get all the wishes and blessings in silence. Let silence being the silent witness, as introverts are always in a dearth of words.
And once again a big thank you for all the inspirations you give me and for being a good listener and yeah wise parasite too with abundance of grey matter
I really wish this auspicious day brings abundance of happiness, success, health and bliss in your life and you shine more and more and keep up your noble work of levitating souls and bringing a light in darker times
Rise and Shine Aab mere style me, TO INFINITY AND BEYOND
What if days begin with macabre screams of ravens, as if crying for vengeance to heavens! The rutilant ether once glistened with golden fireball and chirping sounds, now the frozen black rays of sun, drenching the coal grounds! Everything was in abundance soon sloth took the place of diligence, in a heed to grab abundant, gluttony took the place of abstinence! Slowly and slowly and not in the blink of an eye, branches of hemlock weaving out death traps, with morbid flowers everywhere lie! What would you call it? The wrath of earth or the ignorance of wise sapiens, for living blindfolded and in dearth! The planet of apes, once aureated with virescent meadows, now left as putrid as rotten flesh, as the grey murk swallowing the shaking shadows! The cunning hands of clock, not rewinding the lost era of metanoia, with the abating number of cacophonous cities, welcoming the dreary age of kenopsia! -meghasharma
Glossary- vengeance- revenge rutilant- glittering with golden light ether- sky sloth- laziness diligence- persistence gluttony- over-indulgence virescent- greenish metanoia- a state of spiritual conversion kenopsia- the eerie, forlorn and abandoned atmosphere
'When the last tree has fallen and the rivers are poisoned, you cannot eat money'! -Seed, Aurora
You are planting the bonsai these days in your yard, as aesthetics is the need of the hour!
There is enough vegetation for the forests are evergreen, dense and humid in encyclopedias! Have you ever visited them or did someone snatch the land for you, You, the most ignorant culprits!
Folklore used to sing the village song the petrichor of first monsoon, the dancing waves on full moon, the chirping tails swirling with the wind welcoming each season with joy and bliss!
But what we want, the updated outfit to welcome new season and lead the trend! But where does the rubbish of the outdated fashion actually went? Have you ever wondered? Maybe the trail you are treading once the course of a river slowly fade away under the mist of updated fashion!
And one day when you left all alone safe, encapsulated in your million dollars cage hope the prevailing suffocation allows you to break the walls. Alas! You fail to breathe, make sure to carry some oxygen 'cause when the forests were burnt and the rain silenced the flames, before you allowed yourself to wake up your cage already took the place! -meghasharma
Just an abstract piece I wrote a few years ago, probably shortly after Interstellar was released. It's not a good one but still I would like to have a few opinions about it. So please do provide your valuable feedback. #abstractthoughts #astrophilia
The day, you fell off the swing for the first time, and felt chagrined, and couldn't help but stare at the stale ground to avoid familiar eyes grin, taught me to stand up in dusty pants and walk down the street, Unswayed,untouched to the rusty rants.
Your first fight with your first friend, those nights you spent figuring out the trouble in your head, questioning the immortal if it was you who was erroneous,improper or fallacious, helped me love and support my immediate soul in days of unrest.
The first time you couldn't stand on expectations put forward by others, the first encounter with unfortune or unstudied failure, gifted me rationality and hope, forced me to stand on expectations, not of others,but of my own.
The first time you were deceived in love, the first breakup or departure of a loved one, that left you shattered for days, held your head thinking and predicting, if the zephyr of happiness would ever walk your way, helped me realise that no one else except me could be the harbinger of my own happiness, or herald of my own misfortune.
I know you've cried, and walked on wrong paths, and made silly mistakes but honey, the aftermath of your story, unfolds the fiction of my life, where you've personified your fears, Into my splendiferous strengths, You've moulded your incomplete phrases, Into poetry that my heart breathes, but my favourite part is the oxymoron, you penned out of us, without which every sentence would have been left unsaid.
-your future self.
Feeling low today. Maybe my future self will feel blessed tomorrow.