Trying to think

Indulgence

Meghan — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 08:56:39 +0000

Drunk, you call me
High, I am according to you
Do you understand what is drunkenness?
You, who only know physical intoxication,
What do you know of a drunken soul?
You, who mow over your thoughts to make them even
Uncanny passions have no place in your fixed-sized box
Your courage lies in crossing in boundaries created by yourselves
Your Laughing and weeping in installments, I could not endure
Proudly outcast myself to wilderness
Acted on every wildest thought, every passionate feeling
Passions are like flowers, trample on them could I?
I drank all the poison from my own flowers
Drowned to the depths of the ocean, sometimes soared high up till the stars
Living on the edge, embraced the whims of nature
Complacent I lie in my outback, alone but not lonely
Gazing at Sanity, the distant moon,
Still throwing some rays on me
Hoping . . .

- Inspired by Oscar Wilde’s
(The picture of Dorian Gray)

Meghan — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 11:42:39 +0000

Clearing the fog confusion
Facing the road of consciousness
I realized that I was searching for something
Which was a surprising thing since this road was new to me
“What is it that you are looking for?” asked an inner voice
“Something positive, to change my mood, to feel good.”
“You disgusting fool, you need an excuse to feel good about yourself?”
“No its not that way.” I answered defiantly
‘Or is it?’ was the question that ringed in my mind the second instant.

-Inspired by Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged”

The Darkness

Meghan — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 11:31:47 +0000

Opening his eyes he saw darkness all around him,
Peered he through it, to find out a way,
And he realized that darkness was actually made of layers of shadows.

(This poem is about a guy who has lost his love. The darkness symbolizes his depression and so it is said that is made up of the shadows. The shadows are her memories.)

Meghan — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 23:14:59 +0000

Pacing in the room up and down
Restless, on her brow resides a frown
Practicality, the diamond of her crown of pride
Has gone away leaving her alone behind
She cannot understand her own temperament
Careless, that someone may laugh at her predicament
Falling in love with a person is understandable
But falling in love with the concept of love is too much to handle
Gone is her composure
She is elated like a teenager
She feels like a bundle of contradictions
Wondering, what is she waiting for to happen.

Lost it

Meghan — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 16:35:30 +0000

I realized a while ago when someone commented
That my heart was not in the task I had just ended
That’s when it dawned upon me that I had lost my heart
That was the reason of the sinking feeling I had had
When did I last see it? I tried hard to remember
But that’s the beauty of losing and loving
You don’t realize it until afterward
I searched at home, in office, in the car
Peeped over from the fence of the park
There is no sign of it anywhere
How irresponsible can one be?
Didn’t even leave a note while running?
True, now-a-days it was not very happy
Cribbed and complained that I did not listen to it
But I was left with no other option
The stupid thing wanted to go out on a vacation
And deadline was around the corner
Oh, what am I going to do now? How do I find it?
And even if I find it how do I hold it forever?
I am a genius so I will do something better
I will learn to live without my heart.

Light

Meghan — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 11:39:34 +0000

Light is a very strange phenomenon
At night it flows through the head-lights like stream of gold
And in the day winks at you through the reflection on glass panes
No open space is enough for it to spread
But it can walk through a narrow slit too
You think light and darkness are opposites
But each gives the meaning to other’s existence
Shadow, the disguise of darkness
Does not let the precious light fall on the ground
Some spend their life seeking the light of wisdom
But little do they realize that wisdom follows the light.

Mr. Breeze

Meghan — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 12:07:45 +0000

I know a fellow named Mr. Breeze,
He is the traffic police of the clouds in the sky,
A very sincere and hard working guy he is,
But one day he got tired of his blue office,
So he swooped down the earth to have some fun,
Came down the mountains racing with the snow,
Tickled the trees so that the leaves shook and the flowers fell off,
He blew the hat off Pastonji’s head,
Who went to Inspector Waghmare to lodge a theft complaint,
Now Mr. Waghmare was an honest officer,
But he just could not find anyone to arrest,
So there stood Mr. Breeze laughing,
Till the clouds collided with each other,
And spilled the water they were carrying.

My Best Friend’s Wedding

Meghan — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 12:40:25 +0000

Today as I raise a toast on your wedding
The memories flutter around like butterflies
I remember how we first met
Bumped into each other one day
I almost fell off my scooter
I turned towards you to yell
But was silenced by a pair of beautiful innocent eyes
From that day you became my friend
Never realized how the time won our races
Scattered around me are the years of running behind the butterflies
Of sitting at the pool watching the fish swim
Even after growing up when I talked about my problems
Your silence was more comforting than the words of others
And one day you dragged me to show me something
Turned out you wanted to introduce me to your love
I was still uncertain, not ready to let you go
But when I saw you both wagging your tails in the same rythm
It was a sign I could’nt ignore
I wish you both live happily ever after
And when my child will be a foster mother to one of your kids
I hope she too will learn the same thing
That you should climb every mountain
Because there is a bone waiting for you at the top of it.

Arranged Marriage

Meghan — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 17:12:26 +0000

On this Sunday afternoon

While devouring my Pride and Prejudice

I heard a knock on the door

At the door I saw a big bouqet of my favourite flowers

But the face holding it was not familiar

When I asked him who he was

He looked at me strangely

Entered and moved about the house as if he knew it by-heart

I saw my parents fussing over him

My sister arguing with him with authority

He was not stranger to anyone else but me

Everyone could relate to him but me

Maybe that is the reason he is called my soul mate

The Notorious “Why?”

Meghan — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 14:58:10 +0000

Let's start a campaign

To impose a ban

On the use of "Why?"

Coz it never has an answer

Declare it as a crime

Make ammendments in the Constitution

Impose a heavy fine on its use

Also add the term of imprisonment as 10 years

Eliminate this word from the planet

This ghost that haunts millions of hearts

It is the culprit for that void in many eyes