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Megha Balooni Jan 2015
The air felt so warm and welcoming
I couldn’t figure out whether that was reality or me dreaming
I tried to look around, nothing familiar
Just the surroundings, no one did really appear
Quite sometime passed, I stood up straight
Looked around final time thought I’d wait
Patience drained out all, I was walking
The environment and nothing else seemed to do the talking
The grass, I hadn’t seen a greener one in lifetime ever
Even though with air warm, something in me left a shiver
A turn around the corner and I could see
Something that my eyes weren’t ready to believe
A thousand and more flowers of all kind
colors, shapes,sizes- I was out of my mind
I jumped from place to place, was eager to touch all
So I sat, and now all I did was crawl
My eyes wide open, they were taking in the maximum
Were eager to see what awaited them every turn
The trees so long and huge and wide
Their vastness so, attention for that it cried
I ran from tree to tree, trying to grab all I could
Everything felt so peaceful, everything felt so good
This place was too perfect to be even dreamt of
I could sense a belonging here though
A connection, weird one that appeared to me
I had no intentions of waking up if this was supposed to be a dream
The crisp and muddy smell of the wet earth
This familiarity, in me was at its dearth
I’d succumbed to the pureness of the ambiance
I had one question ticking- Am I in heaven?
Even if I was, I never wanted to let go of the sight
This place was too perfect, it was JUST right
I danced till infinite hours that were full of bliss
Its true, that one place we dream of in this world, does exist.
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
I like the ordinary things in life.
I like finding my solace in the regular things
Sure we need to go out
Sure there lies a world out there
But have you gone inside, yet?
Have you looked and broken dawn inside of you?
Have you conquered the mountains in you, yet?
Experienced the first brown leaf of the fall?
The first flower bloom in its glory?
The ever unfolding and vast galaxy?
The scrumptious and fulfilling experiences that we can gain?
All we see inside is a mess
A mess that we created on our own
For our own selves
And we're entangled in our own threads
Loosen those threads
The outsides is a mirage
Get inside
Break the moulds
There is so much ecstasy
And high, here
Inside of you

Beyond far stretched horizons lies my piece of soul #1
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
i'm clinging onto the last hope
please don;t leave me yet
i understand you have to go
stay a while more?
don't cut that thread off
don't let go off that strand
i'm on my knees
you're fast disappearing
like the last rays 
on a peach kissed horizon
i'm running really badly
towards you
you smile from behind
you blow a kiss to me
you let go
i told you not to
as your smile fades away 
the sun sets, finally.
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
I thank the Lord
I praise the Lord
Forgive me if I did something wrong
It wasn't my intention
Kept everyone in good positions
Forgive me if I was unjust
My dear lovely children
You've been better than the best
Always there in my happy times
More so in my distress
And my grandchildren, with all my heart
Best wishes for your future
May you grow up to be reflections
Just like your parents
They've been too kind
To my dear wife
My sole walking stick in dark nights
You've been my eternal love,
My partner, my sunshine
My body might be away, but you'll always have control
My heart is forever yours, I'll guide you with my soul
And with each morning, in the rays I shall emerge
Sieve through the moon, when it turns night
There is hope, for our love
There is hope
See you on the other side.
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
And he held her close. Close enough to make her blush, something he knew she’d never admit to and something he’d want all for himself.
“One day, all your walls are going to crumble in front of me, all the people, the impromptu phone calls, the interruptions will be gone. And that day, in that moment you’ll have nothing to cover yourself up with, to hide yourself.
How are you going to stop yourself from loving me then?”
With this, he heaved heavily on her breath and left.
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
'We can't meet. We can't survive. It wouldn't happen ever, the chances of existability are bleak, too good to be true.'
His eyes wouldn't meet mine, fingers entwined, free, trying to pick up a pen, then putting it down, he was fidgeting.
'Give me one good reason why we shouldn't even try.' She was determined.
'Because we're like the train tracks, we run parallel, we understand each other, we're supportive of each other, we can't do without each other. True. All of that and more. But we just can't meet.'
Boy, did he put up a good fight. But she was raised a stubborn kid.
Deep breath.
'But you know, you see, if carefully, in perspective, the lines do meet, intersect. There's that one point. Happens. You just need to be standing at the right place with the right person and looking in the right way.'
A smirk and she knew she'd won.
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
These eyes have seen more
Than what yours will take time to notice
These words don't stand for nothing
They have a meaning,
Hidden, though, you'll grasp that in a while, don't worry
The feet have walked just a bit more of a distance
than what you've walked,
You just started
And your age, its frivolous
Ofcourse you think you know too much
And most of what I say doesn't make sense
But my child, you'll be here one day
Feeling the air of existence
Hit you hard
A bit overwhelmed
And maybe,
A bit out of place.
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