This post is in response to the daily prompt Retrospective

Megha's World

You left me puzzled
and bedazzled
by all the questions
you had for me;
I was left wondering in my deep heart
how the memories of my
sunken past
was so significant to thee;
Confused and irritated
and believing in the love
I confined it all;
You seemed
so agitated
as you had no past at all;
Digging into the details
of every painful
I’m trying desperately
to bury;
you bamboozled me with the
thousand questions
your million queries;
You never seem to be satisfied
by any explanation I ever give;
It was the wrong door
whose bell I rang,

and a wrong heart
I was trying to seek.

This poem is in response to the daily prompt
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This post is in response to the daily prompt Broken

Megha's World

This poem is fourth in the anthology of poems based on the Social Evils.

Please read the previous ones here.

Domestic Violence against women – particularly intimate partner violence and sexual violence – is a major public health problem and a violation of women’s human rights.

  1. Global estimates published by WHO indicate that about 1 in 3 (35%) of women worldwide have experienced either physical and/or sexual intimate partner violence or non-partner sexual violence in their lifetime.
  2. Globally, as many as 38% of murders of women are committed by a male intimate partner.

Violence can negatively affect women’s physical, mental, sexual, and reproductive health, and may increase the risk of acquiring HIV in some settings.There is evidence that advocacy and empowerment counseling interventions, as well as home visitation, are promising in preventing or reducing intimate partner violence against women.


You are broken and torn apart
at multiple places
not an…

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This is in response to the daily prompt Juxtapose

Megha's World

“if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.”
― Charles Bukowski
Lost in your thoughts
in complete awe of your
lost in the reverie
of your shiny visage
taking stock of my emotions
Here I sit alone
in the moment of solitude
getting lost in the translation
of the most archaic feeling
and feeling completely bewildered
by the hopeless feeling
nestled deep down in
my sanguine heart
and trying fervently
to weave that nefarious plot
that ultimate deception
of tricking myself into
falling out of love.
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Megha's World

ben-white-148794Those linguistic hues
the honey dripping
from your mouth
the syllables which
form my
when my soul
is rummaging
through the pain
and is getting lost

You voice imbued
with the
healing power
for a broken soul
falls on my tainted soul
my love,
pushes me to the deliverance
so fervently, I sought.

It draws me more towards you
the deep trance
my mind gets in,
when I hear
you speaking
the voice stops me
from getting into the whirlwind
and gives a tourniquet for my
bleeding self

The rapturous moments
when I close myself from
the cacophonous sounds
of the reality
you sooth my broken heart
and gives it an identity

Those letters infuse
meaning into my abject life
I feel a little higher
and stronger
it shapes my
will to survive

They wrap me around
and cover me with the
womb like warmth
Do not ever stop yourself
my love,
from the…

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This post is in response to the daily prompt Famous

Megha's World

She tries to gell with them

Get carried away in the crowd

Wants to be part of them

wants to be in unison with their sound

She tries desperately to dress

like them

sound like them 

and feel like them

her identity shreds into pieces

her soul ripped apart

She has no voice left of her own

He heart is screaming aloud

Tears are rolling down silently

she wonders how much more pain

she has to endure

How much more she has to put her through

trying to fit the cookie cutter

trying to be with "The popular"
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This post is in response to daily word challangePopular

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A Writer’s fear

Megha's World

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 are lost in the numb darkness
stumbling in every nook and corner
and can’t  seem to find their way
to me
where they can start to make
sense together again.
It’s an exodus
they are leaving
leaving for unknown
and with a crestfallen soul
here I wait till eternity
in this quagmire
of dust and pain
when I have
this strong premonition
my words
have lost their way
to their home.
This post is in response to the daily prompt Premonition
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This poem is in continuation of the micro poetry of the same name. Read Beacon here A shiny beacon of hope and desires were your words that soothed my soul  and  resurrected my fires those flickering  twinkling  flames  in the deepest  crevice of the night that lone flickering that kept me alive through the deep storms … Continue reading Beacon

Time’s up

Megha's World

“I am small.

So are stars from a distance. It’s all a matter of perspective.”
― C. Kennedy, Slaying Isidore’s Dragons

I have heard many
insults you have hurled
You have unbirth
many excuses to
hide under
the veil of your
mistakes and
and then some;
You are done with
your victim shaming
and name calling
you have got my love
confused with
my submission;
It is time to strip
and peel you off
the patriarchal robe
you adorn
sitting high and mighty
on the throne;
You have the list
of mistakes and guilt
you ignored
Your empire is
gonna crumble down
as I see cracks
made by my
bloody knuckles;
You will run like
never before
prepare to get hunted
like a bloodied boer
it’s the end of an era
of pain and abuse
cause, My king!
your time is up.

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Perception-a matter of discussion

Lately, the discussion of Laurel vs Yanny on the internet had so much of discussion and uproar about it that It has inspired me to write this poem. Let me know your thoughts. Difference of opinion a matter for discussion should open our closed thoughts open new spaces to possibility and should widen our perception they should not … Continue reading Perception-a matter of discussion

Comments going to spam

I can’t believe I had to reblog my post cause again my comments are going to spam folders…so please check your spam and folders and let me know…I’m so pissed at WP tech support right now.

This post is in response to the daily prompt Disappear


Megha's World

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 you have gone through the same horrible experience and what might have helped you.

Waiting to be un-spammed,


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Final Goodbye-Megha Sood

Come read my contribution for the Sexual exploitation series on Whisper and the Roar.

Whisper and the Roar

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

This poem is based on the social evil of Child marriage where a young child (usually a girl below the age of fifteen) is married to an adult man. This poem encompasses the feeling of that child bride being devoured by this evil.

Gender inequality, social norms, perceived low status of girls, poverty, lack of education, safety concerns about girl children and control over sexuality are considered to be reasons for the prevalence of child marriages. Girl children in rural areas are more affected than their urban counterparts.

Child marriage is prohibited in India as per the Prohibition of Child Marriage Act, 2006 but as other social evil, it still continues to exist in the rural areas due to poverty and lack of awareness.


That streak of vermilion
donning her forehead
and parting her hair
has forever
created a…

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Twined and Intertwined

This post is in response for the daily prompt href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/complication/”>Complication

Megha's World

In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.
—John Muir


Twined and intertwined
broken and branched
Complex and divine
Pure as a bliss
a walk through those trails in time

The serenity’s which encapsulates you
the deafening silence which rejuvenates you
with each turn twist and bump reveals
that beauty
so sublime

Those streams and the creeks
which runs through it
those veins
which infuse love and beauty in it.
The trees which line up the mountains
curves and accentuates your beauty
So divine

It’s complicated
surreal and yet so simple
It hides the beauty
in its plain sight

A truth untold
thorough those gossamer shrubs
In the thinnest of its web
The trail I took,
To find the truth
hidden deep inside.

Picture credit: Megha Sood

This post is in response to the daily prompt  Explore

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