A Tryst With Life :)

It's a beautiful day... The tulips are thriving, Casting an intricate yet delicate spell and shade, melding with the soft green of the sage, smelling of fresh mint and sweet florals, A distinct fragrance... a scent that brings me home to myself, reminding me of who I am, giving me much-needed balance and peace! © Meghna, 2023, All rights reserved.

  Once a poet always a poet, Universe is infallible, in it’s approach! A poet, In truth, Is introverted, Inhibited, So uses words to define, to ooze out what is stored within. Not to share, But to dispose, the heavy burden of, the overflowing thoughts and emotions, brimming in the, vast expansive space, of the lonely heart! When he cannot hold anymore, when the whimpering turns into wailing, A babbling procession of words, flows into a creeks and tributaries, A poet forever wears a veil, of pain and feelings, unexplored! So, no break or hiatus can hold, or let a poet go away, from words, infinite! © Meghna, 2022, All rights reserved.

  On a poetic hiatus from the current blog, Will keep sharing the muskiness and mystery of my views on what I read, My second new blog - Travel With Books, https://my-reading-space.blogspot.com/ https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/43473040-meghna-agrawal To keep the poet in me alive, Will keep posting here too, http://liferocks-meghna.blogspot.com/ Will continue playing between the two.

Another scented enchanting night, when the full moon is in sight. She walks  with a veil of mystic light, with a hope of reviving senses to delight. As she treads across the lake, the silvery waters dance rhythmically to her steps, the singing birds celebrate the night, inciting a queer feeling to love and live.  Emblematic of the magical senses, this night is quintessential night of love untouched.  As she walks upon the ledge, exchanging oaths of promises to keep, the moon in sight celebrates the journey to embark. Infusing a sweet fragrance, the flowers proclaim, the moon and nights, will forever stay together, linked inextricably ! © Meghna, 2022, All rights reserved.

O my heart, Both you and I, have dealt with books and beings, traversed the roads rugged, curvy and less known ! sometimes enervated, lost and defeated, other times euphoric, and triumphant. Both you and I, have witnessed seasons- tempestuous and arduous. Both you and I, have danced in seasons- filled with colors and scents, multitude. Both you and I, loved too deep, nourishing our own whims and fancies, not worrying too deep, consequences unknown. Till both you and I, sometimes returned hurt and tired, drenched in our self-generated pain, other times returned ebullient and fortified, drenched in self-generated seasons of love. Today, both you and I, sit together, watching the sunset, basking in solitude, in an uncanny languor. tired but yet hopeful. In this abundant world, there is no space for disdain, so let us rise  from our own ashes of experiences multifold, let us make room for hope ! © Meghna, 2022, All rights reserved.

For me survival isn't about avoiding the harm, but to find the perfect craggy wilderness throughout. Not the wilderness of thoughts but of nature raw. Thriving in the primeval forest, populated with the swarming primordial trees. Shafts of sunlight warming the cool mossy boulder, On which I sit sonneting. Inhaling the woodsy and sassy scent of the dense pocket of trees, Twittering birds, my comrade !  Performing tricks innocent, to bring a smile ebullient on my lips. Carrying this deep-rooted biophilia with me throughout, an ancient bond with this forest, transporting in it whenever I seek equanimity, clarity , calmness and hope ! © Meghna, 2022, All rights reserved.