Memories

Megha's World

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Soft murmurs in my soul

those fleeting whispers

which drowns the cacophony

of my tumultuous mind

a break, rip and a tear

here and there

and emotions come flying

out like the caged birds,

fireflies trapped in a jar

ready to soar high

in the cerulean skies

or take a dip in your

crimson love,

messengers of

my woebegone love

Come, read those scribbled notes

etched in my soul

and carve in my psyche

before I lost them

to the ripples of time

Come dip your toe

in them

and let those

scars washed

away slowly

before

I lose them forever

to this cruel time.

 –Megha

Photo by Matheus Ferrero on Unsplash

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