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After 15 years of hibernation, I feel an urge to travel light!...By letting out all that, That I in my 'Silence' bottled up inside. Some thoughts, some sketches, pictures & drawings...woven as poetry; the way I look at life.

Beloved! Why Have You Kept me Here....

  • Writer: megloke76
    megloke76
  • Feb 19, 2020
  • 2 min read

Beloved! Why have you kept me here... "To Breathe my words!" But only a handful read... That's enough for me... & what about all those hopes thou flutter upon my broken-wings, In a blink of my eyelids... They too shall manifest as my gifts Beloved...Even through such brokenness...Can miracles Breathe... My Child, brokenness is for you to see... While thy heart is all I perceive & it's Pure, Untainted, Free! & that's all A Miracle needs! . Embedded within these glass-eyes A River of Compassionate-blue For every second, he takes me there...

Where None Ever Could! . Can the word meltdown, ever define ones longing, prayers, silence, tears. Is the pain of one's cherished dream ever heard in ones sob, while pillows take in the torrential-storms.

As though your soul has been ripped off from your body, for all that you ever dreamt was to paint & that dream-unfulfilled now lays buried in some books page.

My Beloved knows my blue tears, for he drinks from my cup. Yet! Haven't 19 years of wait been long enough.... For seeing me break, Coco just couldn't contain. He jumped on the bed, while kissing to give me strength. Oh! Have you ever heard a dog cry; maybe sometime you must listen for it shall melt your eyes.

I asked my Beloved, if hope is all that thou flutter upon my wings, then make thy presence felt, As returning from park, there was not even a single-flutter to bait away my breath.

I asked him,

Beloved! Is this what your miracle is; to send me empty & there & there as this thought crossed,

An Orange Monarch danced fluttering its wings. Assuring;

With every great pain, This Universe weaves for those the most precious of wings;

For this dream that in your silence of heart you carried, was never truly yours, but His! . To understand my pain, all you have to do is look into Cocos eyes, for maybe someday all my dreams to paint shall be done with tears that over 20 years I've cried . Copyright: Meghna/2020

 
 
 

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