Man-An exercise in futility

Megha's World

The grandiose illusion
subverted by emotion
the cacophony of voices
dying under the
poverty of reason
your pitiful existence
burdened by your shallow
you chest thumping your ego
to the inevitable oblivion
living under the pretense of a
mortal soul
imbued with an immortal illusion
a naysayer to your own existence
you are bound and gagged by your
own wishes and desire
you wish to sooth your soul
by dousing the fire
but the gut-wrenching truth
of those dreams and desires
slips through the cracks
like oil in water
a complete mismatch
you are a blip in this
grandness of reality
a tiny speck
a mark of frivolity
 this sugar-coated lies
will slowly lose its taste
and the sourness of the death
will be rubbed on your face
you were never a creator
you could never be
a mistake by the divine
an exercise in futility.
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Savior-An ode to poetry

On the last day of the National Poetry Month, I would like to post an ode to poetry, which is my savior.Hope you all enjoyed taking part in NaPoWriMo as much as I did. Do leave your thoughts in the comment section and share how poetry has been your savior. Happy blogging! Megha Sood “Poetry heals … Continue reading Savior-An ode to poetry

Poetry feature in Indian Periodical -Apocalypse

My poem has been featured in the latest issue of the Indian periodical. Please read it here In search of a lifetime I crossed lots of moments Hopped over too many memories and ran through many fears In search of a soul mate got too many scars left withering in pain left with my bleeding … Continue reading Poetry feature in Indian Periodical -Apocalypse


Come read my desire for love

Megha's World

“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.” 
― Friedrich Nietzsche
If I drink and lick
that sweet wine
that elixir
dripping from your fingers
it will resurrect
all my
ashen dreams
lying lifeless
in my graveyard of thoughts
it will resurrect me and
bring me down
will take out the nails and
un-crucify me and
take off the burden of my
broken heart
if you let me spew my
venomous pain
draw a circle of healing and
compassion around us
I’ll drink up all that elixir
and stay timeless in your thought
sunken in the time
leaving an indelible imprint
immortals forever
If you let me bathe in the
moonlight of your presence
and reskinned
me again to born
as a nubile
breathing openly
in this new skin
drinking lavishly from the
cauldron of my thought
speaking in the unborn tongues
and dancing shamelessly
with my naked thoughts

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A cry for life-Megha Sood

Come join the revolution on Whisper and the Roar as we take up the issues of Sexual Exploitation of Women and use our quill to raise awareness.

Whisper and the Roar

This poem is part of the series on the Global Exploitation of women.

The deliberate killing of a newborn female child is called female infanticide.

  • Asian Centre for Human Rights (ACHR) stated that female infanticide for son preference due to a variety of reasons is a worldwide phenomenon with 1.5 million female fetuses being aborted every year.
  • These measures of the governments have not been fully successful because of the easy access to ultrasonography and weak law enforcement
  • The patriarchal nature of our society has caused this evil to continue for centuries.According to a report published in India Today, nearly 2500 cases of female foeticide or female infanticide take place in the state of Rajasthan every day.


I was conceived as a hope
tethered to the
strings of life
gave my mother,
two heartbeats
a moment so precious
so divine.

An unbridled joy
roaming around as a stardust
handpicked you from million

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I hate you

"Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship—but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering." —Sylvia Plath I hate you for replacing my loneliness with your balmy presence With my soliloquy with your sweet symphonies With my moments of monotonous emotions with a rainbow laced with Love Desire Passion And … Continue reading I hate you

Last call

Megha's World

We all are waiting for that final call, aren’t we?

“Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.”
― Isaac Asimov


What are you made up of
strong metallic armor
with a toned body
with a warm
beating supple heart
and love undefined

Did that iota of the primordial
gell still flows in your veins
and you descend from the
family of warriors and fighters
and still, lay your claim

To the thrones
which are marked by the
scars and washed with
the proverbial blood of the
those who broke
their backs and bent their bones
to resurrect your existence

What are you made up of
your pallid face
and the defeated broken soul
which tries to
lay itself in the deep slumber
never to be awakened
those bent and broken fingers
which still long
for the
warmth in the womb

That single ray of light

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 Friday

Head to GoDogGo cafe to share your best piece of poetry for the Poetry Month.

Go Dog Go Café


It is the last Friday of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo. We hope that you have enjoyed the poetry we have posted in honor of National Poetry Month and that you have had a productive and successful month writing poetry.

How to participate:

  • Drop a link to your best NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 piece of the month

  • Tell us how the month went for you. What were your successes? Your challenges? 

  • Visit other links below and show support for your fellow poets.

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Shortlisted for a poetry contest-Please vote-“My Victory Song”

Dear blogging family, I'm happy and excited to share the news that one of my poems got shortlisted for "NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Expressive Arts 2018 Mental Health Poetry Contest" among top 10 finalists. They will be choosing the winners based on the voting.Please click on the link here to cast your vote. They have concealed … Continue reading Shortlisted for a poetry contest-Please vote-“My Victory Song”


This post is in response to the daily prompt Bestow

Megha's World


How do you like to be rewarded in life?Everything you have worked hard foreverything  you have sacrificedDo you want your dreams to come true in the end ?or do you want to think one more timebefore the dark wishes raise their head.

How do you like to be rewarded in your life?A clean slate which erases all your sins and wrongdoingsso you can step in the afterlifewith a clean soul, which is glowing.

How do you like to be rewarded in your life?To give you a chance to peek into the futureof what may or may not have beento get the satisfaction of your choices madein the life that you have been breathing.

How do you like to be rewarded in life?Given a chance to see the love you sowedin the heart of peopletaking…

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Special Call for Submissions from the Whisper and the Roar: Global Exploitation of Women

Go Dog Go Café


The Whisper and the Roar Collective is seeking submissions of well-crafted, impactful writing for our series on the global exploitation of women. We are accepting poetry, prose, fiction, personal narratives, and essays on these topics from around the world.

We are looking for writing that makes us feel, makes us think, that moves us.

April 22nd – April 28th              Sexual Exploitation

April 29- May 5th                         Female Infanticide

May 6th– May 12th                       Rape

May 13th– May 19th                 Acid Attacks

May 20th– May 26th                 Child Marriage

To Submit:

  • Send up to 3 pieces of original writing in either a PDF or Word document attached to an email that includes your real name, as well as the name…

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Comments going to spam

Hey blogging family, Yes, you have heard that right..since yesterday all or any of the comments I've been leaving on the fellow blogger's sites are not showing up and going to their spam folders. Please check your spam folder and unspam it.I'll be contacting the WordPress support for the same. Do share your thoughts if … Continue reading Comments going to spam

A living nightmare-Megha Sood

Come be a part of the series going on Whisper and the Roar based on the Global exploitation of women.

Whisper and the Roar

This poem is part of the series on the Global Exploitation of women.

Sex trafficking is human trafficking for the purpose of sexual exploitation, including sexual slavery. Sex trafficking is a form of modern-day slavery in which individuals perform commercial sex through the use of force, fraud, or coercion.Minors under the age of 18 engaging in commercial sex are considered to be victims of Child Sex Trafficking.

 The underlying causes of commercial sexual exploitation of children include poverty, gender discrimination, war, organized crime, globalization, greed, traditions and beliefs, family dysfunction, and the drug trade.

Sex trafficking is an industry making an estimated $99 billion a year.

  • At least 20.9 million adults and children are bought and sold worldwide into commercial sexual servitude, forced labor, and bonded labor.
  • About 2 million children are exploited every year in the global commercial sex trade.

She was snatched from the
warm embrace of her mother

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State of my mind

Megha's World


Or refined
Lost in the vision
the state of my mind

Tangled in thoughts
Free from fear
Broken into pieces
rolled in blood and smeared
appalled by the atrocities
yet continues to exist
sanctity underlined

yet teeming with thoughts
forgotten faint melodies
feeling so distraught
clutching tight the memories
living in fear of being caught
learning the immortal melody
for the mortal being designed

Caught in the paradox of life
living the lie unseen
perceptive yet perplexed
complicated and yet divine
solving the mediocrity of life
and yet staying sublime

Constantly amazed by
the brilliance
ruminating about life
so receptive
never cased to learn
the morals hidden
behind the banalities
of life

Stillness of the thoughts
the divine state
gazing into the unknown
with a profound stare
believing in the miracles
of life
still to be defined

Caught in the existential crisis
slipping into the inevitable

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You Touch Me In Many Ways

Come read Shantanu’s lyrical metaphors of a loving touch.Needless to say, his poetry touches me in many ways.

Confab With Me

You render your pneuma’s vista,
Panoramic and deep,
like a mirage beyond anyone’s reach.

And your thoughts,
untouched and pure,
like the early morning dew reposing on a faraway hill.

You are fierce like the deep blue ocean,
Calm like the snow-clad Alps,
Free like the soaring eagle,
And bold like some gushing gale.

You are the oasis in a rugged terrain,
Fragrance of some flowery bloom,
The hope of a better tomorrow,
And brightness in any dreadful gloom.

And with a soul so brave,
You touch me in many ways.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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This post is in response to the prompt Authentic

Megha's World


I enrolled myself
to become part of your
fictitious life
to feel lonely and dejected
to feel unwanted
breathing  just to survive

I am decked up
under false pretenses
and shining those
fake smiles
and forced grin
passing cheers to everyone
or anyone
who seems akin.

Happy to be your arm candy
and feeling whole
to be called as a trophy wife
I lived every single day
lapping up as a disguise

Those shimmering
jewels and stones
the brightness of those
can leave you blinded
were able to attract everybody
and left me blindsided.

Wishing to give the chaos in my life
a pause, a temerity.
Never realized  the moment
when I traded happiness of my life
with my security.

This post is in response to the daily prompt
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