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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.

With Coco, Wrapped Up In A Christmas Tree

  • Writer: megloke76
    megloke76
  • Feb 12, 2022
  • 2 min read

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As the day passed by

In measures of extensions & dwindling shadows

I Found My Home;

That Place of Heart, Where Love even if

Bleeds, Grows

That knowing of belonging to a scent

To that hold of soft cocos fur, where

I’ve laid myself to rest

Of some unspoken dreams & Pain that life gives

Yet in Gratitude you held it all

Even if they’re like dried flowers within pressed pages

Some portrait that emerges in corner of my mind

That spoke of stillness & solitude of a space divine

Some pages of pain that seem whitewashed, But are laid with unspoken verse

Till we’ve learnt the alchemy

To allow ourselves to be broken & turn that very pain, into an inspiration for the world

We all carry this place of heart

Where we’ve pressed those parts of us

In books of time

Something so subtle

That mere whisperings of thoughts

Ignites

To let alone our dreams that weep

To let alone those shadows that now & then creep

“To let alone be wrapped in a Christmas tree”

In gratitude for all the pain that life gives

In Gratitude for being Orphaned & Unloved

Abandoned by the minds who themselves

Are Lost!

In Gratitude for Finding love that’s divinely pure

Where life’s unruliness couldn’t steal away that heart

That’s pressed between

the breaths of a dog

Till broken bones sing songs of Hope

I believe we’ve all pressed pages of untold pain; of being abused, belittled only

To Find that place of us; A Child, That Always remains untouched,

In The Gardens Of Hopes & Dreams,

Of Inspirations & Beliefs;

To Remind, Reinforce & Sing

That Place Of A Heart;

That Minds Of Adults Can’t Even Dare Enter to Breathe!

So I say today it’s okay to droop

In Pain to leave some pages of your autobiography as Blank- Unsaid

& Walk pass through those Shadows

Wrapped Up in a Christmas tree

Only to Give Rest to Your Dying Wings

Till you’re Ready….Be There…Be Still

In That Place Called Home

That for Me Is What Coco Breathes!


Coco had a bad relapse of hip dysplasia, leaving him limping & unable to walk last 15days & I too went on a downhill journey of health lately…

Yet for me, What makes us go beyond any Pain is Love!

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©️ Meghna/2022

 
 
 

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