Hallow: Subtle Strokes of Imagination...And Raw Sensibilities

By Dr. Megha Agrawal

Some strokes of a brush
Few words from a pen
A flow of ideas;
Imagination
that knows no end.
A few sensibilities
thoughts and perceptions
Myriad emotions
that find color
... and blend!
A cascade of Cosmos
Pouring like confetti
Earthy experiences
knit in a jiffy.
Posing sane at times,
Naughty otherwise_
Sacred yet sassy
Sporty like spontaneity.
In the realm of Creation,
there is chaos...
as well as continuity.
The world has its wonders
Worthy questions and answers
And all one can dream of
is a Utopia.
For thats where we belong
Thats what we long!
Nothing is irrelevant.
Nothing is perfect.
Nothing is permanent
Here.
What is true_
is the Hallow.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: May 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482836004

Dr. Megha Agrawal

Dr. Megha Agrawal is an alumna of the esteemed Armed Forces Medical College, Pune and is currently pursuing Post Graduation in India. Apart from academics, she has a keen interest in research and has won several awards for art, public speaking and creative writing. In the future, she intends to contribute towards the welfare of humanity. This book is one such endeavor.

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978-1-4828-3600-4 (e)

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Dedicated to all the souls_

Waiting to be found . . . . .

If eternity is endless;

Magical is the mystery

Of being a mortal.

If time is infinite_

Isn’t it exhilarating

To embrace the finite?

What if …

Existence happens to be

The funniest fictitious fantasy

EVER lived?

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Confessions of love

The spiral

I feel Awake

Masters of Destiny

Rosa

Dance of Passion

Celebrating life!!!

Of trials and tribulations…

Trapped

The Maze

Growth gives pain . . . .

Small is big

Baggage

God’s child

Small

Destiny

I dream of

Worth

The White Lie_

Lost in contradiction

Equilibrium

Ambiguity

Hope

Beyond a hedge

The shape of wings_

Dreams_

In bits and pieces . . . .

The void

The Rainbow

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‘God’ is love

Chimerical love

Pretty people

Stranded in love

‘Togetherness’

The unsaid

Bleeding love

Believe

Beautiful bygones

Warmth

What dreams are made of

Strife

All it takes is courage.

Reflections

His Majesty!

A gambler’s hitch

The hourglass

Timeless travel

Fire

Ability

Freedom

Too much at stake

The power of mystic

Fallen angels

Liberation

Moving on

The inner eye

The wisdom of goodness

Harmony

Oneness

Coalescence

Just a little grudge

Being human

Cocooned

Bliss

Big homes small hearts

Whole

The temptress_

Of blacks, whites_ and grays!

Grow up should i ?

Drenched

Creation

Never enough

Anew

Nostalgia

CONFESSIONS OF LOVE . . .

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Dear God,

In thy world of splendor,

What more can a lesser mortal add ...

But to create beauty or breathe in life

Into another listless soul ?

It couldn’t get more fun

But to spill some naughty colors,

Into your already messy gallery!

Priceless it is;

To capture thy piece of art

In a mere cascade of words

Or keep a moment trapped

Hung in a picturesque frame;

In a faint memory of love

That had sunk

So deep within.

What could get lovelier ?

Than to create the music

You’ve just played

And get my body

Grooving wild

To the synchrony of your tune . . .

Begging to hear some more!

It’s a fine gadget you see,

You’ve sealed my soul into.

But look how fierce is the war here;

To find joy in it

And victory for all