If this doesn’t break your heart..what else will?
Month: February 2018
High
Would like to conclude the month of love on a high.Would you?
I’m breathing you in
and
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
wrapped
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
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.
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.
Between the Dusk and Dawn
Come read Nandita's beautiful writings dipped in poetic beauty.
Misfit
Do you feel like a misfit?
Cut 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
bookworm
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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Irony
We are all together in this alone in every path you see I see you and I turn away my face the pain is too much and to acknowledge it will bring Oh! so much disgrace let's just hide it tuck and nip it in the bud don't let anyone read your fear get back to … Continue reading Irony
No God but I
Read this amazing post from our fellow blogger Matthew, which tells us that we are our own gods.
Polaris
"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.
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 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
presence;
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?
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)
Happy…
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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
Poetry feature on Spillwords
I am so excited and honored to have my poem featured on the Spillwords Press. Please go and read the poem here called True Believer and give it your rating. Will mean the world to me. Always appreciate your precious time in reading my bits of creativity. Happy blogging!! Megha Sood
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
My secret tricks to combat writer’s block
Come read the secret potion to fight the Writer's block.
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
Lava
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
Poetry feature in Indian periodical-Lava
Really excited to share that one of my poems got featured in the Indian periodical.You can read it here. Let me know how you feel about it. Thanks for reading!! Happy blogging! Megha
What is a poem?
This poem is first in the anthology of poems based on the Lifecycle of a poem What is a poem? I call them little bits of creativity scattered here and there in your mind. Hiding, waiting to be discovered, waiting to take shape in form of words.Every time you trace the path, it changes its … Continue reading What is a poem?
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)
Some Knowledge is too Heavy
A very thoughtful and profound post by a fellow blogger about how to handle the emotional response of a kid in these trying times.I urge you to please read this via Some Knowledge is too Heavy
Reward
How do you like to be rewarded in life?. Read this beautiful poem to find out Reward This poem is in response to the daily prompt Present
Intoxicated
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
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