Gitanjali 35

Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali poet, novelist, and painter best known for being the first non-European to be awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. He was born in Calcutta, India, on May 7, 1861. The author of many poetry collections, his book Gitanjali: Song Offerings (Macmillan, 1913) received the Nobel Prize in Literature. He … Continue reading Gitanjali 35

Greed ( Avaritia)

This fourth poem is a part of the anthology of poems based on the Seven deadly sins. Do read the previous ones too, if you haven't yet. Greed(Avaritia): an excessive pursuit of material possessions. “He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have.” ― Socrates A … Continue reading Greed ( Avaritia)


I'm almost there dragging my feet pushing myself to the limit almost running out of breath breathless and panting   I'm almost there I can see the  finish line my heart beating still pulling myself with all my strength and still not losing the grin   I'm almost there pushing my boundaries and testing my limits saying a … Continue reading Mirage

Lust (Luxuria)

This third poem is a part of the anthology of poems based on the Seven deadly sins.Do read the previous ones too, if you haven't yet. Lust(luxuria/fornication) - The need to fulfill intense sexual desire, which leads to fornication, adultery, rape, bestiality, and other immoral sexual acts. “In love the other is important; in lust you are important” ― Osho A lecherous … Continue reading Lust (Luxuria)

Gluttony (Gula)

This is the second poem in the anthology of poems based on the Seven deadly sins. Do read the previous ones too, if you haven't yet. Gluttony(Gula) - Similar to greed, but gluttony is the action of taking too much of something in being indifferent to others. Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us. ----Peter De Vries Incessant … Continue reading Gluttony (Gula)

Seven Deadly sins( An anthology of poems)

Hello, my blogging family, Recently I started working on my anthology of poems about the seven deadly sins. However, it started with me writing a poem about jealousy and while I was nearing the end of it, it just crossed my mind to do the whole series about the seven deadly sins. I’ve never worked on an anthology before … Continue reading Seven Deadly sins( An anthology of poems)


Reblogging this in response to the daily prompt Cozy

Megha's World

He made his place
with few upside chairs and an old ragged sheet
He dragged all the chairs together
to close the gaps in between
He cozied up the corners
with the biggest heap of pillows
he can find
And tucked each corner 
so you can sit underneath and hide
For him its the safest place
a big old fortress 
nobody can invade
He got the lights and his favorite books
and got all his favorite toys inside
Now he is just looking for his playdate
to play with him inside.
This post is in response to the daily prompt Nest
Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash

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Guest Barista Megha Sood: Sparkle

Hey my blogging family,

I’m in seventh heaven today as one of my poems again got published on the literary collective GoDogGo cafe. Go check it out.

Go Dog Go Café

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The sparkle in her eyes
as she sees him
the peaceful glean in her eyes
as he steps back in the household
It brings happiness
etched in her wrinkles
happiness radiating
from her crow’s-feet
A new wave of life and energy
flows through her old veins
the flash of happiness
through her cracked lips
the glow on her face
can put the sun to shame

The eternal wait and
constant worrying has
finally, come to an end
the moment he walks in
Her whole world is there
right at the moment
He is her epicenter again.

Her old bones have been
re-energized with the flow of
her love and passion
her instincts have been resurrected
from the deep slumber, they were in.
she again becomes
the epitome of care
making her mission
to shower her love
and gently wash away all his pain
Well, nothing can compare
the ecstasy of…

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Daily Prompt-Coincidence

Was your meeting a coincidence?

Megha's World

This post is in response to the Daily prompt challenge for the word

Born a thousand miles apart;

breathing a  different world;

unaware of your existence;

a million lives apart.

Yet seem to resonate to the same tune;

heart swaying to the same rhythm;

sharing thought with just a glance.

There is so much different  and;

Yet so much same.

Now our lives are intertwined;

We finish each other sentences;

We share the sunrise;

and the calmness of the dawn.

Merged in a single lifetime ;

Brought together by mere coincidence.

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We, humans, have the proclivity to shut down emotionally in a state of emotional crisis.We all feel that we are safeguarding ourselves from all the pain and angst by keeping the help at bay and downplaying the hurt we are going through. It takes a lot of courage to open to someone and to share your deep emotional thoughts with people around us. We all feel very vulnerable by doing so, but are we really keeping us safe this way?

Happy Peace Day!

Reblogging this in response to the daily prompt Communal

Megha's World


What we really want in today’s world. Do we want companionship, passion, empathy, peace, happiness, brotherhood or just wanting to be accepted?

We always have a long list of things we want from everybody else but there is always nothing we can give to anybody. We read about grief and sorrow in all different form in this world and it kind of has made us immune against all of that.

We really have become completely immune to the human emotions.
We see a crying kid in the crowd and moves on.
We see a homeless person sleeping in the cold and move on.
We see people homes getting burned, loved one getting killed and gone in a second and we move on.

We move on and go on in our life.
Heading towards an invisible goal which even if we attain will never give us any satisfaction.
Once you achieve…

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Go Dog Go cafe Poetry feature

Hello my wonderful readers, I'm beaming with joy and smiling from ear to ear as one of my poems got published on an amazing literary collective site Gogdoggo cafe. When I started scribbling and writing poetry, I never realized that my little bits of creativity will be good enough to garner any level of recognition.But today changed … Continue reading Go Dog Go cafe Poetry feature

The heart knows…

Can you ever fool your heart?

Megha's World

Have you ever try to fool your own heart? Sometimes we do.Sometimes we try to distract us from the sad truths of life. Sometimes we utter white lies to ourselves so we can ease our existence in this chaotic world. But you know, the heart knows.

It knows everything.

will-oey-253882You cannot fill the gap of an empty heart with the feelings of fulfillment and abundance;
The heart knows how it feels.
You cannot fool the heart with treats and surprises;
The heart knows all our tricks.
You cannot fool the heart with whims and fancies of a fairy tale story;
The heart knows how to bleed.
You cannot fool the heart with a fake and empty smile;
The heart knows how to mourn.
The heart knows.
knows your desires;
Knows your needs;
Knows your fire.

You curb it and you shall die;
You curb it and you shall cry.


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Are you talented?

“Everyone has talent. What's rare is the courage to follow it to the dark places where it leads.”  --Erica Jong Creativity can take different forms and different directions. What final forms it takes depends on how well you nurture it but what is a talent? How do you define yourself to be talented in a … Continue reading Are you talented?


Reblogging this in response to the daily prompt

Megha's World

A calm evening in the arms of the loved one
A steaming cup of coffee warming your hands on
a rainy and cloudy day
A dance in the rain getting drenched
and not having a care in the world
Buying yourself your favorite flowers
Looking at the sunset
with your feet dipped and covered in sand
letting the calmness and stillness
seep into your soul
A lengthy call from a long-lost friend
when you needed the most
An unhindered kiss and a warm hug
from the love of your life
Re-reading your favorite book
or  listening to the favorite song played on the radio
on your way home
An unplanned kiss planted on your cheek
by those little hands and fingers
A whole bar of your favorite chocolate
and nobody to share with
Spending your whole day without a hint of worry and
What is your panacea for your broken soul?
This post is in response to the…

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Depression series 4 : Stop GBV

Reblogging this strong piece of poetry from a fellow blogger lakerfiona. This post is in one of the series of #16DaysOfActivism against Gender-Based Violence.Visit her site to know more about her contribution to this evil in the society.

Tales of a Curious mind

Hello Talees! (Yes for Lack of a better word..please allow me). It’s only been a minute but how I missed here.
How is everyone? And for the record none of the questions on this blogland is rhetorical. This girl seeks to hear from you.


This post is inspired by #16DaysOfActivism against Gender Based Violence that ended only recently. I would love to second someone on a certain platform who said 16 days was not enough by sliding in my voice.
Yes!! we have chosen to use of vocal cords and thumbs for the greater good by speaking out on the things that matter and adding to the solution


He loved soccer 
And when the euphoria that came with the match left 
He still wanted to “play”
He found himself kicking at her –
A ball he chose out of many-
Sealed with a ring of “Blue black” bruises
a rainbow lined…

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Silence- A beautiful conversation

One of my favorite poem.

Reblogged this in response prompt Silent

Megha's World


Silences between the conversationthe most beautiful feelingThe pause where the world stopsbut the feeling flows eternally

Silence of the heartThe rhythm to which the heart beats untuned with the chaos of the worldpaired only with him

Raindrops are mute toobut touches you whole as they make a trail on your skinwashing the hurt away and cleansing your soul

Silence in the beautiful moonlightflaming desires in the silent heartsThose unspoken vows keeps you entangled from the start

Silence of the deep riverin the flapping wings of the butterflysilence in the middle of the nightin the deepest of the woodswhere you soul commune with the god

Silence, it has its own languageThe most beautiful conversationIt will sway your heartOnly if you listen to it.

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