Poetry Podcast by Megha Saxena | Millennial Poet

Poetry Podcast by Megha Saxena | Millennial Poet

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Poetry Podcast by Megha Saxena | Millennial Poet episodes

  • "INTERLUDE OF SOLACE" - A poem by @MeghaSaxenaPoet
    Poem 13: "INTERLUDE OF SOLACE" -
    On pursuit of peace, while thoughts in my head refuse to call a truce.
    My distressed soul is left black and blue with many a bruise.
    Treading from tired to exhausted, to defeated,
    With sap of spirit slowly getting depleted.
    Upon a walkway that's straight. But my eyes, they're strayed!
    At every step, the mind leaves the heart betrayed.
    Deep repentance of pent-up emotion.
    Wide awake in the silent night of commotion.
    I wear appearances that no longer deceive.
    Oh, the vanity of all the masks I weave!
    I encounter many 'me's along the path.
    Who am I - Passion, Wonder, Fallacy or Wrath?
    When life leaves me too dumbfounded to say much,
    I find solace where paper and pen touch.
    2 min
  • "BREAK" - A poem by @MeghaSaxenaPoet
    Poem 12: "BREAK"
    - Someday, someone will say something that'll break your heart.
    But sometimes, you do need a break - A break that's good enough to put an end to the vicious cycle of turmoil.
    New habits form when you break the old ones. You buy a new watch when the old one breaks.
    If nothing breaks, you remain captive within the comforting claws of stagnation.
    So why fear breakage?
    Shatter to shards.
    Limb by limb.
    Breath by breath.
    And worry not how you'll get glued back to what you were.
    That's not how change happens.
    You'll have to let a few shards go. Be prepared to be glued back in a different way altogether. At the end of it, you may not recognize yourself.
    But that's how change happens.
    It's not comfortable.
    But it's necessary.
    It's worth it.
    So go ahead.
    Take the hit.
    Take the bullet.
    Break.
    2 min
  • "TIME" - A poem by @MeghaSaxenaPoet
    Poem 11: "TIME" -
    If time is a river, why do I find myself swimming against the current?
    If time is a storm, why does it hit hard on my face?
    If time is a road, why is my run not fast enough?
    If time is a person, why art thou not my friend?
    Dear time, I proudly adorn you on my wrist each day.
    But you're never in my hands.
    Tick-tock-Tick. Dhak-dhak, Dhak-dhak.
    We talk about killing time, while the time slowly kills us.
    Our heartbeats constantly race against the hands of the clock.
    We're so hung up about buying time that little do we realize how time gets spent second by second.
    Tick-tock-Tick. Dhak-dhak, Dhak-dhak.
    Each second inching in closer to the end.
    The sands of time slipping away from your hands, leaving you emptier all the while.
    The blood in your veins, palpitating to keep you alive, pulsating your life away.
    Faster than the blink of an eye, shorter than the span of a breath.
    Thumping to the beats of the Circadian rhythm.
    Tick-tock-Tick. Dhak-dhak, Dhak-dhak.
    Every thing you've ever done in your life,
    Every moment you've ever lived in this lifetime,
    Has led you here, to this very moment. The present.
    This second. This breath. This heartbeat.
    Now is what you really have.
    Make the moment count to make your life count.
    And never forget, you're already running faster than time.
    Tick-tock-Tick. Dhak-dhak, Dhak-dhak.
    3 min
  • "DREAMS ARE MAPS" - A poem by @MeghaSaxenaPoet
    Poem 10: "DREAMS ARE MAPS"
    - You have the power to cause a storm.
    Dear butterfly,
    Have the courage to flutter thy wings.
    You have the fire to illuminate the world.
    Dear star,
    Have the passion to break out of fission.
    You have the ability to adapt to any turbulent change.
    Dear water,
    Have the persistence to flow through crevices of obstacles.
    You have the boon to turn your dark nights into bright days.
    Dear earthling,
    Have the grace to spin the wheel of fortune.
    You have the potential to reach even your most distant dreams.
    Dear human,
    Have the audacity to pave your own path in stark wilderness.
    2 min
  • "RESTLESS RAINDROPS" - A poem by @MeghaSaxenaPoet
    Poem 9: "RESTLESS RAINDROPS" -
    Awake, I waited whole night for sunshine, but in vain.
    With gray clouds, a frigid morning came, dressed in rain.
    Damp and slippery soils impelled me,
    While drenched leaves debated with me.
    What if these little raindrops were afraid to fall?
    Wouldn't it have left the earth lifeless and dull?
    Yes, your soul has been left a bit too sore.
    But this time, what if you fall to finally soar?
    You've fallen in traps,
    You've fallen into deceit,
    And you've fallen for lies.
    But muster more courage,
    To take yet another fall.
    What if this time you fall in love?
    What if you fall into caring arms,
    And your jittery world falls in place?
    The weather will turn rainy and cold,
    Your brisk bones will grow weary and old.
    But the hearts will remain loving and warm,
    To survive even the coldest and the darkest storm.
    As you shall walk under a shared umbrella, sheltered in love.
    Forever united on the path of life, two hands in one glove.
    2 min
  • "FURSAT" - A poem by @MeghaSaxenaPoet
    Poem 8: "FURSAT"
    - कभी फ़ुरसत हो तो मुझसे मेरे बारे में पूछना...
    तो मैं बताऊंगी कि न जाने कितने सपने पलते हैं इन आँखों में,
    ज़माने से इनकी हिफाज़त तो हो।
    तो मैं बताऊंगी कि इस दिल के असीम समन्दर की गहराई कितनी है,
    धड़कते दिल में दबी कोई चाहत तो हो।
    तो मैं बताऊंगी कि अन्गिनत बखेड़ों का बोझ ठेके रखा है इन कांधों पर,
    सहारे-भर की इन्हें ज़रूरत तो हो।
    तो मैं बताऊंगी कि मन का चंचल परिन्दा किस तरह पंख फड़फड़ाता है,
    बड़प्पन की बेढ़ीयों से ज़मानत तो हो।
    तो मैं बताऊंगी कि कड़वे घूँट पीकर किस कदर खोखला हुआ है अस्तित्व,
    मदहोशी के टूटने की बगावत तो हो।
    तो मैं बताऊंगी कि रूह की नर्मियों के शामियाने में कितना सुकून है,
    एक पल के लिए ही सही, राहत तो हो।
    कभी फ़ुरसत हो तो मुझसे मेरे बारे में पूछना,
    और मैं तुमसे तुम्हारे बारे में पूछुंगी...
    पर कभी फ़ुरसत तो हो।
    2 min
  • "LOVER" - A poem by @MeghaSaxenaPoet
    Poem 7: "LOVER"
    - Open your eyes and feel me all around yourself.
    Elude from shackles of laze and catch a gaze of mine.
    Drift away from your bed and surrender in my arms.
    Melt within my embrace and feel your heartbeats race.
    Let me steal you from your dreamland and take you into the dawn.
    Just give me your hand and together, we will chase your dreams.
    Would you still hate Monday morning if it were a lover?
    1 min
  • "A WRITER" - A poem by @MeghaSaxenaPoet
    Poem 6: "A WRITER"
    - A cold wave of wind or a stranger chagrined.
    The twinkle of a distant star or a wild flower blooming afar.
    The fearless parade of ants or the twisted music of chants.
    A page of a book or a solitary soul that shook.
    A never-ending queue or the aroma of coffee starting to brew.
    The hearts that pounce united or the shrill when someone shouted.
    Eyes that mislead or the mascara that bleed
    Sorry state of affairs or lying on the porch empty chairs.
    A writer takes everything quite personally.
    2 min
  • "MODERN DATING" - A poem by @MeghaSaxenaPoet
    Poem 5: "MODERN DATING"
    - It's a match!
    But wait,
    There's a catch!
    Meet.
    Fail to connect.
    Repeat.
    How can you expect to stay afloat when you chose quicksand to test your swimming skills?
    How can you expect to strike a chord when there are no strings attached to the instrument that beats inside your chest?
    How can you fathom the expanse of another soul, when you're only keen about the depth of their pocket?
    How can you feel the fabric of someone's being, when you're only lusting for the texture of their skin?
    Filters on-screen.
    Masks off the screen.
    Strangers galore.
    The mirage of a shore.
    In the pursuit of eternal happiness,
    Terrible compensation of momentary pleasure.
    With no promise of the future,
    Another history with a fleeting face.
    Secrecy.
    Hypocrisy.
    Fallacy.
    Window-shopping to find "The One."
    And investment? None!
    2 min
  • "NIGHTMARE" - A poem by @MeghaSaxenaPoet
    Poem 4: "NIGHTMARE" -
    I woke up.
    Fighting for breath.
    My left cheek damp with tear drops and sweat beads.
    I woke up.
    Trying to make sense.
    My brain left incoherent in the intertwined phase of reality and dream.
    I woke up.
    Speaking an unfinished statement.
    Sometimes, what you fear becomes a reality in the worst of your nightmares.
    I woke up.
    Shaking myself awake.
    My entire being gladdened with the simple fact that I woke up.
    1 min

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