Poems from Meggiendtheferociousbeast

{full of good intentions knotted with small disasters & a firm believer in capturing all the little moments}. also, root beer floats, camping by the Yamunatri of Uttarkashi, somehow collecting a small success and audience for my writing and photography, picking flowers in Kolkata with my grandmother, traveling across the world for people that I love, sneaking into swimming pools that belong to neighbors, laying on roofs with best friends just to share a sunrise, running in the mornings and feeling like the sun beams are turning me gold, home-made Shirley Temples for reruns of House episodes, warm wine skies of evenings in Agra, the echo of a jazz melody pouring in through careful crevices like french windows into your soul...
I am not a number I am more.   I am a rhythm A clock Circadian A heart beat The music inside me I am a rhythm.   I am not a score I am...
It's hard for me to thank, And I couldn't tell you why, But please hear me out before it's too late, Before our final goodbye. Not...