Would like to conclude the month of love on a high.Would you?

Megha's World


I’m breathing you in
exhaling out
taking puffs of you
and making clouds.

I’m drunk on you
intoxicated by your love
with wine-stained lips
I’m calling out your name

Can’t get more of you
seeping you into my soul
churning my love out.
I’m high on you

Am feeling dizzy
dreaming of us together
swirling around
in squeals of joy
and drenched in
your wet kisses

Stained with the ashes
of our burning together
in the throes of passion
sharing the drag
of intimacy;
addicted to you
turning the illusion of love
into reality

With those dreamy eyes
in a blissed-out body
Who needs a puff, anyways
When I’m high on you, baby.

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This post is in response to the daily prompt  Candid

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A Writer’s fear

I'm trying to balance these words on the tip of the lead so precariously where they tip and falters and every single word, every syllable every article loses its balance it's epicenter and starts falling off falling off at the edges in the deep abyss of the unknown where I can't seem to salvage them anymore they … Continue reading A Writer’s fear

Promote Yourself Monday- February 26, 2018

An excellent opportunity to showcase your work. Come, check out what’s brimming at GoDogGO cafe.

Go Dog Go Café


Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (750 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.  Be sure to pick your best recent post*, because we will be choosing a Weekly Barista Favorite to be published in full on the Go Dog Go Cafe with a link back to the your blog.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

*By posting below, the Baristas of the Go Dog Go Café assume permission to publish your piece on the Go Dog Go Café,  if it is chosen the Weekly Barista Favorite.  All authors will be properly cited and we will publish a link back to your blog.

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Do you feel like a misfit?

Megha's World

salvatore-ventura-70525.jpgCut from a different cloth
lives in a different world
his thoughts are from a different era
he is very different from us

Not a part of the herd
stands out for himself
doesn’t belong to a flock
follow his own tune
can never be a party pleaser

Can never be owned
has a mind of his own
his personality has a different style
he surely will end up alone

Lives life in his own stride
won’t bow down to anybody
can never be an apprentice
an eccentric, an oddball
He is just, plain and simple finicky

He has his own clan
a misfit between us
a bohemian at heart
or hopeless romantic

He is a loner, a survivor
He isn’t a you or me
How many ways have you been labeled before
If you don’t fit in the society?

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"Ignorance has always been the weapon of tyrants; enlightenment the salvation of the free." ---Bill Richardson My crestfallen soul roams around with a dejected look waiting to get entwined in your white moon with pure serendipity That dark cumulus clouds blocks my way and tries to steer me away from the path to redemption and pushing me in … Continue reading Polaris

Introducing New Collective Member: Megha Sood- Lava

I’m so excited to be part of the feminist literary collective Whisper and the Roar. The very essence of the collective defines every iota of my personality. Go, check them out.

Whisper and the Roar

Lava Megha SoodYou are clipping

my wings

to suit your needs;

you are breaking

my bones

to fit me inside a

cookie cutter;

caulking and

smoothing my

rough opinions

just so you please;

tightening the strings

to make this puppet dance

to your tune wildly;

You are bending

my will

and twisting

my emotions to

suit your needs;

you are choking

my dreams

so you can save

some air for

your luxury;

my bones are brittle

but I have an iron will;

you can bend me

but can’t break me

from within;

like molten lava

I melt

but I have the strength

of mountains

hidden in me;

I give birth

to new lands

and can melt

your sorry


in a blink of an eye

you see.

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I’m an avid reader who loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines…

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Seven Deadly sins( An anthology of poems)

My first anthology. Which sin are you accused of?

Megha's World


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 and this is my first humble attempt, so I’m really apprehensive about it. As always, I expect the support and constructive feedback from my community, which makes me a better writer by each passing day.

I’m planning to publish a poem daily for the next seven days.Hoping, I would be able to live up to the expectation of my readers.

As I keep publishing, I’ll keep updating the links to the posts below.

1. Jealousy(Envy)
2. Gluttony (Gula)
3. Lust (Luxuria)
4. Greed (Avaritia)
5. Sloth (Acedia)
6. Wrath (Ira)
7. Pride ( Hubris)


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Little does she know

Little does she know It will end before it will start; Little does she know It will leave cracks in her heart; Little does she know The traditions always die down slowly; Little does she know it's still a knot, even it is holy; Little does she know Wounds are always scraped more; Little does she know every … Continue reading Little does she know

Birth of a poem

This is the fourth and the final poem in the anthology of poems called Lifecycle of a poem. My taloned hands my bony  fingers are itching  to dip themselves in the  ink and  paint  a visceral picture of  pain and  beauty and all that there is; Chaotic thoughts in my resplendent mind is looking for a vent  … Continue reading Birth of a poem

On Becoming a Writer: Megha Sood

  I'm very excited to share the details of the interview done by amazing Christine at GoDogGO Cafe. A virtual cafe where writers, readers and anyone with a passion for writing can gather and share their beautiful thoughts while warming their fingers to a cup of coffee. Read the following interview and get to know a tad bit … Continue reading On Becoming a Writer: Megha Sood


You are clipping  my wings  to suit your needs; you are breaking  my bones to fit me inside a cookie cutter; caulking and smoothing my  rough opinions just so you please; tightening the strings  to make this puppet dance to your tune wildly; You are bending  my will and twisting  my emotions to  suit your needs; you … Continue reading Lava

We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One

We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One Just another day just another town bullet perforated backpacks spilling loose-leaf lined paper, textbooks onto blood stained sidewalks helicopters hovering to give us the bird's eye view I tried to avert my eyes out of respect for the dead the injured but I could not … Continue reading We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One

Writer’s block

This is the second poem in the anthology of poems called Lifecycle of a poem. “Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: "Fool!" said my muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write.” ― Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella When you hit a wall a big wall; which breaks your convictions and shatters … Continue reading Writer’s block

Lifecycle of a poem ( An anthology)

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” ― Plato Hello, my blogging family, This next series of poems I'm trying to write is an ode to poetry. I just wanted to write … Continue reading Lifecycle of a poem ( An anthology)


My eyes are still intoxicated by your dreams of your presence I'm still imbued in the softness of your lips entwined in mine the pleasure still lingers the moaning still living under the bated breath arms are still feeling the your gentle embrace fingers still counting the turns they make my mouth still smells of … Continue reading Intoxicated