tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39953452766573761972024-03-05T03:03:25.601-08:00ScribblesMeghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-43530452684792411642019-10-14T04:30:00.001-07:002021-06-07T02:52:58.660-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I would not have known how much I desired you<br />
till I spotted the red mark on your neck which you<br />
said was an insect bite but I knew<br />
was an act of love</div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-23790937829844188212019-09-08T03:38:00.001-07:002021-06-07T02:52:57.427-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today<br />
<br />
A sudden intense desire<br />
to be sentimental </div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-69862010480567378002019-09-08T03:33:00.001-07:002021-06-07T02:53:00.504-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If I could write just one last song<div>
would you sing it for me</div>
<div>
as the Hemlock sinks</div>
<div>
Please do not weep </div>
<div>
Would you make tea ?</div>
<div>
arrange the wild Lilies ?</div>
<div>
I feel the waves swell</div>
<div>
the grey river calls me</div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-59755364724158453932019-09-08T03:17:00.001-07:002021-06-07T02:52:59.525-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Samsung beauty mode<br />
<br />
How tearless have I become<br />
How untouched by touch<br />
I sink in sleep<br />
and wake in dream<br />
Sunday books and<br />
careless selfies<br />
filtering all wretchedness<br />
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-6276037318865887122016-09-19T20:54:00.000-07:002021-06-07T02:52:56.435-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Waking up at 3 am<br />
soggy with sweat<br />
<br />
Kitchen<br />
<br />
clumsy<br />
fingers try to reach<br />
the dried wine at the<br />
base of the flute <br />
<br />
The wound bleeds<br />
fresh blood<br />
<br />
I see you smiling<br />
somewhere !<br />
<br />
<br />
after so many years<br />
<br />
The day shall be<br />
gloomy<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-50887734665314388392014-08-27T13:58:00.001-07:002021-06-07T02:52:58.782-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I had the words I thought<br />
and the thoughts<br />
disappeared<br />
<br />
you embraced me<br />
like youthful<br />
green shoots wrap around<br />
ancient branches<br />
<br />
It felt warm<br />
like spring rain<br />
yet cold as death<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-60508065855943498302014-08-15T22:02:00.002-07:002021-06-07T02:52:59.648-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-83752641607494758732014-08-15T22:02:00.001-07:002021-06-07T02:53:01.617-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You change<br />
each time I visit you<br />
your nails your words<br />
I dust your books<br />
yellow poems<br />
white coffee mugs<br />
you sing new songs<br />
and I try to smile<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-58236664253425819032014-03-30T03:45:00.003-07:002021-06-07T02:52:59.432-07:00"Yo Man !"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><b>"Yo Man !"</b></i><br />
<br />
<br />
While kitchen sink<br />
overflows<br />
<br />
there shall be<br />
fireworks<br />
Vessels hollow <br />
Hollow as sky<br />
Tears vaporize<br />
<br />
Fragments<br />
of dew and<br />
morning grass <br />
photographs<br />
The birthdays...<br />
<br />
Friends<br />
<br />
Not friends<br />
<br />
I grey I grey <br />
And guitar strings<br />
gather rust<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-51248493653251580872014-02-21T11:15:00.001-08:002021-06-07T02:52:58.906-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
After this<br />
and many of these<br />
Too shall there be<br />
<br />
spring rains -<br />
<br />
a nice hair cut -<br />
<br />
love -<br />
<br />
or maybe a lover <br />
<br />
<br />
but that wont be<br />
happy<br />
nor really sad<br />
<br />
<br /><br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-2050130290564248062014-01-30T11:22:00.001-08:002021-06-07T02:52:56.066-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The night deepens</div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-29872457446283749592013-09-05T22:55:00.002-07:002021-06-07T02:52:57.799-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Needles of quiet rain<br />
ripples the green little pool<br />
Eternal waiting<br />
<br />
<br />
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-------------------------------<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Winter memories<br />
mist and napthalene<br />
Getting colder with age</div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-90485323137724069102013-05-06T01:35:00.000-07:002021-06-07T02:53:01.987-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Shadows of a gloomy noon <br /> are dancing</span><br />
<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><br /></span>
<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><br /></span>
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-38185005477279946832013-04-29T10:29:00.000-07:002021-06-07T02:52:58.289-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Spring didn't last long<br />
It never does.<br />
<br />
Now the moss<br />
on ancient rock<br />
dries into brown dust<br />
<br />
<br />
At dusk <br />
<br />
I drink tea with <br />
your beautiful<br />
eternally absent<br />
fragrance <br />
<br />
<br />
Fragrance of<br />
angry-wild summer<br />
<br /><br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-52578095763856177332013-04-29T10:10:00.001-07:002021-06-07T02:52:59.153-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
spring didnt last long<br />
it never does<br />
now the </div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-76520425047376508772013-04-29T07:50:00.000-07:002021-06-07T02:53:01.245-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Summer rain <br />
<br />
takes me there<br />
where I know no one<br />
and no one knows me <br />
<br />
A wakeful slumber<br />
Till the rainy evening lights </div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-91678763798239647952013-04-26T22:58:00.001-07:002021-06-07T02:53:02.111-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Summer has withered so much<br />
since last year <br />
sighs the green<br />
grass leaves <br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-67426479745839188722012-10-24T13:02:00.001-07:002021-06-07T02:53:00.381-07:00Winter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You had said once<br />
its only natural<br />
to leave - never to return ..<br />
<br />
Fragrance, you said <br />
in its sweet transience <br />
fades away like<br />
rain drop ripples<br />
on puddled water.<br />
<br />
When u left<br />
I still hadnt finished my tea<br />
its ephemeral warmth<br />
lingering like <br />
a sluggish morning kiss.<br />
<br />
<br />
You never returned<br />
<br />
But the wintry mist returns<br />
again<br />
sunless afternoons <br />
and the wild fragrance of<br />
white flowers<br />
<br />
<br />
Who shall I envy now ?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-66237370646435778982012-10-17T22:49:00.001-07:002021-06-07T02:53:00.258-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I used to look for<br />
myself in your verse<br />
<br />
Breathe deep<br />
the fragrance of my cologne<br />
in the alleys of your lines<br />
Water colour days of<br />
brewing morning coffee<br />
and maple leaves<br />
<br />
noxious smoke fills<br />
the streets now<br />
The fresh<br />
paint on walls and<br />
doors smells of<br />
turpentine <br />
</div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-26228170620181066562012-10-06T04:38:00.000-07:002021-06-07T02:52:57.553-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It has been three days<br />
I have not looked at the mirror<br />
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-18585745009310865572012-09-30T03:04:00.000-07:002021-06-07T02:52:57.305-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Where has the silence gone ?<br />
I hear screams <br />
of a scared crumbling city<br />
<br />
They wail in darkness<br />
<br />
I died when love died<br />
and noise filled<br />
all the rain skies <br />
Our mute oceans <br />
of bliss <br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-76180272244500764862012-09-28T11:26:00.001-07:002021-06-07T02:53:00.998-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I remember the waking-up<br />
The night fragrances <br />
lingering in the mist <br />
curtains fluttering in<br />
the breeze<br />
<br />
I crawled out of slumber <br />
And you brought me tea<br />
A moment I lived <br />
<br />
longer than all these years</div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-92004114792447693492012-09-20T14:32:00.000-07:002021-06-07T02:53:02.265-07:00To a certain Tagore song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The slight wisp of <br />
wintry chill was<br />
you. <br />
I know<br />
I know<br />
<br />
This is just how <br />
you -<br />
my dear song<br />
of hope<br />
<br />
<br />
relinquish<br />
centuries old <br />
irksome apathy</div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-76276283345191515422012-09-14T13:58:00.000-07:002021-06-07T02:53:01.121-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Like memories from a past life<br />
they appear and dis - appear<br />
strange sounds - fragrances<br />
The nausea of starless night<br />
wakes into the agony<br />
of contorted lips<br />
and wrinkled forehead<br />
<br />
In the rain<br />
some of us wept <br />
<br />
I couldn't<br />
<br /><br /><br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Meghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417271993729202877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995345276657376197.post-16002858052469927192012-09-10T11:17:00.002-07:002021-06-07T02:52:57.088-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
আজ বৃষ্টি শেষে <br />
সন্ধে ভিজে মেঘ<br />
ভিজে মাটি <br />
মন খারাপ তো নয়<br />
Just nothing happens<br />
I yearn <br />
and yet nothing ...<br />
<br />
You had turned<br />
to the other side<br />
of the bed and<br />
<br />
I lit a cigarette<br />
trying to burn<br />
the monsoon sky <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
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