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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
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
“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
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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.
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,
a moment so precious
An unbridled joy
roaming around as a stardust
handpicked you from million
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"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
Come read this beautiful piece from one of the prolific and beautiful master crafters I have ever read.
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
warmth in the womb
That single ray of light
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Head to GoDogGo cafe to share your best piece of poetry for the Poetry Month.
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.
I'm feeling elated and honored to be featured in the current issue of Visual Verse.Please read my poem here. The literary collective is teeming with brilliant write-up based on the visual cues they post at the beginning of the month. Happy blogging! Megha Sood
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
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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This poem is in continuation of the micro poetry of the same name.Read it here When you roam freely inhabit me completely and wildly trace your origins in the freckles on my body and breathe me as your air and exhale out the breath laced in passion and desire When you touch with the electrifying … Continue reading Love Making
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
- 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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Hey friends, One of my poems got featured in the Duane Poetry.Please read it here. Happy Blogging!! Megha Sood
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
Come be a part of the series going on Whisper and the Roar based on the Global exploitation of women.
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.
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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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
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
ruminating about life
never cased to learn
the morals hidden
behind the banalities
Stillness of the thoughts
the divine state
gazing into the unknown
with a profound stare
believing in the miracles
still to be defined
Caught in the existential crisis
slipping into the inevitable
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Come read Shantanu’s lyrical metaphors of a loving touch.Needless to say, his poetry touches me in many ways.
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
This post is in response to the prompt Authentic
I enrolled myself
to become part of your
to feel lonely and dejected
to feel unwanted
breathing just to survive
I am decked up
under false pretenses
and shining those
and forced grin
passing cheers to everyone
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
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.
“When I hold you in my arms, I live inside your rainbow and you live inside mine.” ― Anthony T. Hincks When I rinse and soak myself in the copious amount of your daydreams and crimson laced talks sweetened by the lilies and blooming in its glory and calm my blooming soul to rest my … Continue reading Embrace