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  • poeticgirl 2w

    Together we've tripped on,
    Starry tightropes
    While pinning places
    On torn maps
    I almost fell for the stories
    Of a different sky
    While you were making us,
    Paper planes
    I missed the flight,
    Knowingly
    But you never took off anyway

    Two fifteen year olds
    Almost in love
    Until one of them
    Falls apart
    Now I know
    What it's like
    A friend,
    When he walks away
    What a sweater feels
    On a summer day.
    3 winters,
    And yet again
    I hope you still make paper planes

    ~M e g h a// Desire


    For a friend, belated happy birthday <3
    Happy Adulting. Miss you. I hope you read this someday

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  • poeticgirl 3w

    I'm watching the painted skies,
    Creasing at uneven edges
    The blues from the skies
    Seep into my soul
    A poem buried into the woods
    The sunset rhymes with shades
    It is the 18th winter
    Yet again
    Spent by the bonfire
    Do not ask me,
    What I burn
    Or about the fuel
    It is the season
    Where they ask you
    The coldness of your words
    Or why do you write
    But tell me,
    What is poetry,
    If not another call from the blues.

    ~M e g h a //stale november

    #start #wod #meg_wn

    @writersnetwork Thank you for making my shittiest day ever a little better ♡

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  • poeticgirl 3w

    Your eyes shift shades
    Like weather forecasts
    This is the season
    Of Hozier by the fire
    Reciting free verses
    Like he lived through his songs,
    All of them
    I love how winter is so deceiving
    You can always lie,
    About your bloodshot eyes
    Or your baritone
    'It's just some cold'

    The city gulps a strepsil
    The morning newspaper lets out a cough
    Your forget-me-not blue
    From your favourite t-shirt
    Settles on the foggy skies
    Your resignation letters float,
    Like paper planes.
    The burnt pasta doesn't knock,
    On your insecurities.
    Your messed bedroom
    Starts to make sense

    But no,
    This is not a lazy-sunday-morning-poem
    This is how your healing will look like


    ~M e g h a //november

    #free #wod @surefire #meg_wn

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  • poeticgirl 3w

    There lays a patch of sky
    A little jealous of its neighbourhood
    Draped in solitude
    And here I stand
    Under so many lights,
    A festive crowd
    Yet the blues above my head,
    Feels no less than a stranger
    I long for the skies
    Where there is no light
    From the firecrackers
    But a patchwork of stars,
    Looking for their soulmates

    Dear empty skies,
    May you find a home
    Like I found in you
    Where emptiness is not outcasted
    Where every ounce of your soul is embraced

    ~M e g h a //Festivity

    Too much of noise. Please don't hurt the stray animals. Festivals are to spread kindness

    @writersnetwork I don't know if you'll read this but I want to say thank you for a lot of reasons, not just for the reposts. Thank you

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  • poeticgirl 3w

    It has been one whole fall;
    A pretty hectic one
    I saw the skies last time
    Through scarred branches
    And broken twigs
    You were there to pick on my flaws
    It has been one whole fall
    Spring is almost here
    I look at the skies
    After one whole forever
    And you're not here
    To pick on my flaws
    The sky looks pretty
    Through flowers on branches
    I look into my wrist
    The scars have healed
    The flowers bloom aloud,
    So do I.

    ~M e g h a //bloom

    #myth #wod #meg_wn
    @writersnetwork hi xD

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  • poeticgirl 5w

    Everything is a metaphor, you,me, everything. This sea is a giver and a taker altogether. The right vision shows you a myriad of emotions, these waves carry suppressed sobs, sweet smiles, words that are dagger edge sharp. But at the end of the day most people are waves, some leave you sea shells and stop borderline to your sandcastles, they are just kind. But mostly they are cruel, they're no less than a tyrant, they take away promises on sand beds. They leave you dirt, sea weeds, ruining your sandcastles, your home.

    ~Excerpts

    You're the first kind. Always have been


    Clouds are cosmic bohemians,
    While the sky,
    Is a universal constant
    I Lament for a heart
    That doesn't beat for me
    The wind chimes are kind
    They sing me songs
    By a mystic lady
    From another realm
    The clouds carry my name
    They've stayed enough
    To get heavy with grief
    For every downpour
    My ship sinks worse
    I'm a metaphoric ship-wreck
    Let the clouds tell you,
    My dear mystic lady
    You're the only haven I'll ever have.

    ~M e g h a //soulmate


    @onemayhem

    P.S - yk i was on a break.

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  • poeticgirl 5w

    Dear skies,

    You've left me,
    Fading chemtrails
    While he gently crosses the state lines
    I shouldn't have knocked on the blues
    This hard.
    The clouds break into rains anyway
    He hates monsoons
    I love the rainbows
    We were supposed to watch the sunsets
    They're so gloomy in his city
    And so pink in mine,
    The stars pair into a galaxy
    While I await their fall.

    ~M e g h a // longings

    #postcard #skym #wod #meg_wn

    @WRITERSNETWORK THANK YOU ♡

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  • poeticgirl 6w

    I want to etch a universe
    Where the ebony and ivory skinned
    Dine in the same platter
    Where they do not name castes,
    After bloodshed and feud
    But after faith and oneness
    Where nations hold their flags
    Together, while keeping
    Their geographical neighbours in hearts.

    I want to etch a universe
    Where dreams are not fastened
    To one's destiny
    But to the chariot of capabilities
    Where slums manufacture gems
    And stand tall amidst the city fringes
    A universe where humanity serves,
    As the mightiest of religions

    I want to etch a universe,
    Where they do not scrap out the artist,
    Out of the scientist,
    But water the bud of art
    So that it grows to be a mighty oak
    And give shelter to its offsprings
    Where they measure books and paints
    In the same scale
    And this poem, the worthiest.

    I want to etch a universe
    Where they don't draw a horizon
    In gender bias, but
    As a string that holds the children
    Of Adam and eve together
    Where they paint sunsets
    In stains of equality
    And hold the seams of skies in unison.

    I want to etch a universe
    Where this poem isn't a hushed desire
    But a far cry to rebel
    To remake,
    To rebuild
    The world in a better place,
    A call to that art and science
    To blend a miraculous mix
    For this world to be the same universe,
    My quill wants to etch.

    ~M e g h a // soft riots

    #refrain #wod #meg_wn

    @writersnetwork Thank you ♡ .This one holds a very special place

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    I want to etch a universe
    Where all the grief is poetrified
    And heartbreaks are recycled
    And blown into skies
    As paper planes
    That soar high
    High enough,
    To heal your bruising heart

    ©poeticgirl

  • poeticgirl 6w

    ~Red

    The hues of the setting sun that sink in the polaroid of gloomy skies gulping halted traffic lights and smokes of a burning cigar of a familiar stranger

    ~Blue

    The stains of harsh tides that takes away the promises written on feeble sandy realms and the forget-me-not ebbs that leaves you sea shells to adorn your clay castles of memories

    ~Yellow

    The marigold that blooms in a forbidden garden faraway from this half-dead city lights, a lady that sells hope in earthen vases that your mother fills with Vangogh's sunflowers

    ~White

    The ivory crown of the starry sky his silk-haired mother dotes on hoping he'll return from the land of dead bringing her a pearl pendant

    ~ Black

    The colour of heartbreaks or the meek poetries she adorns between her hair strands and longs for spring to bloom in her cold heart.


    ~M e g h a // Taints


    #mondo#wod #meg_wn #megmi

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  • poeticgirl 6w

    Monsoon plays the gramophone
    Its tender echo against my windowpane
    The rains have a saviour complex
    It checks on me every while
    You don't explain feminine tears,
    Or rains in tropical zones
    But it's so humane to leave
    Yet so natural to stay
    The thunder knocks upon my reverie,
    You're never here when it rains.

    ~M e g h a //monsoon

    #life #wod #meg_wn

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