Come Celebrate With Megha!!!
I’m super elated to share the news that my poem “Crimson robe” has been nominated for 2023 Best of the Net. The poem was published as part of The Rainbow Project : A Literar…
Source: Poetry nominated for the Best of the Net 2023 anthology – Megha’s World
. There is mercy in shadows,there is healing in light,and in the darkness?There is always something in darknessbut we never know what.Only there I can invent, imagineand pretend.Pretendthat this is…
Source: “Always Spring” – Nayana Nair – it rains in my heart
An evening in Porto last winter. One should look backOnly as an act of letting go,Of coming to terms with loss,And, a recognition ofWhere we went right or wrong.Maybe think about whatWe could’ve do…
Remembering Last December Sitting in empty cafes, caressing a hot cuppa,Wondering who or what ate up the past year.Trying to remember and not forgetThat love is greater than fear.No cold night last…
A series on #love Have you ever fallen in love?With slow, faltering steps,And, then headlongInto the ditch all at once?Never to be rescued ever,Preferring to lie in the graveThat you dug for yourse…
#selflove is underestimated. Romance yourself. Love burns everyone.I have burned in love.So will you too,If you haven’t already.Yes, you who is reading this.So remember,Do not lose yourselfIn…
The best gift you can give today is to love every unloved part of you. The one who waitsIs the one who loves.The one who is consumedIn the flames of agonyAnd, the throes of ecstasyIs the one who lo…
From a grey day in Cairo. We think we know all the answers.There’s so much grey in every step we take.Existence can be silly. ~ The Amrita Connection
Source: A Haiku | The Amrita Connection
A #selfie from summer that I forgot to post. And, the writing too. The weather is getting warmer, and the days longer. The skies are a soft powder blue, with jets crisscrossing and leaving steamy w…
A picture after chasing a sunset in Tarragona. You can seize the dayOr, live up the nightBut chasing sunsetsIs something else really.Whenever I see cloudsRushing to cover the sunI feel bittersweet …
The Reluctant Poet 