Thursday, July 14, 2011


Once in a while,..
When the skies are not clear;
I see myself juggling in there;
To find a meaning
In the clouds so queer;
I fly with the wind
but the pace Is little too much to bear;
I shut my eyes
and am tossed constantly upstair;
I see the birds flying
Wondering how serenely have they thrown their fear;
I jump and snap out of the wind
To fly on my own n cheer;
Suddenly to realize
 how heavy my burdens are to hang in there;
then the clouds
throw me back with their tears;
washing off another layer
to let the rainbow peer;
it is when
I open my eyes with a dream so dear!


  1. Merry dreaming Megha.

    Beautiful beautiful post.

    Blasphemous Aesthete

  2. Lovely post !!

    You make me lostttttt