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

possessions

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.

–Megha

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Journey ( Micro poetry)

Megha's World

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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 …

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 …

Desire

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

and

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

staying

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 …

For When the Stars Refuse to Shoot

Come read this beautiful piece from one of the prolific and beautiful master crafters I have ever read.

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
covered
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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Overwhelmed (Micro poetry)

Poetry feature in Visual Verse-Perched

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      

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 …

INDIGO INK – REPRISE

Come join the #SOCS..stream of consciousness writing prompt at the Reluctant poet’s site.

The Reluctant Poet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

My pen is filled
with indigo ink
that captures
the words
that are whispered
into my ear

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Reward

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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Love Making

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 …

Infatuation ( Micro poetry)

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 22^nd – April 28^th              Sexual Exploitation

April 29- May 5^th                         Female Infanticide

May 6^th– May 12^th                       Rape

May 13^th– May 19^th                 Acid Attacks

May 20^th– May 26^th                 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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Poetry feature in Duane Poetree

Hey friends, One of my poems got featured in the Duane Poetry.Please read it here. Happy Blogging!! Megha Sood    

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 …

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

Incoherent
Undefined
Unobstructed
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

Reserved
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
holding…

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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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Fake

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
distorted
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

Enroll

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

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Embrace

“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 …