Puzzled

This post is in response to the daily prompt Retrospective

Megha's World

You left me puzzled

confused

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

memories

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;

perhaps

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

Puzzled

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A HEAVENLY LOVE AFFAIR

Come read this heavenly love affair by The Reluctant poet.

The Reluctant Poet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Moon Has A Love Affair
With All The Oceans In The World

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Broken

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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Lovehunt

As the sun goes down my hunt begins As I sniff you and my animal instincts takes you in You can run but you can't hide we are animals the lone predators, born to survive You cannot deny that beast inside those bony fingers and taloned hands can dig and claw it's way outside Don't …

Traded ( Micro poetry)

Trick

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

Speechless

Dreamless

Bedazzled

Lost in your thoughts

in complete awe of your

demeanor

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

“love”

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.

–Megha

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Words

Megha's World

Those linguistic hues
the honey dripping
from your mouth
the syllables which
form my
world
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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Popular

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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Once More

The deep long treacherous shadows cast on the bedroom wall the hallucinations of the clock the monsters lingering in the hall the clever and long nails of the desires clawing  their way in your deep supple soul and with an ashen mouth soaked with the crimson a touch of your tangerine love I ask for …

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

back

to me

where they can start to make

sense together again.

It’s an exodus

and

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

that

my words

have lost their way

to their home.

–Megha

This post is in response to the daily prompt Premonition

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Cocoon

“and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.” ― Ruskin Bond Break the cocoon and crack the shell come out of it alive and refreshed you need a transformation you need an inevitable change you need to come out of the chrysalis so you can be colorful again Break the …

Troglodytes and Other Creatures that Live in Caves (No Offense to Bats)

Come read this absolute mind blowing profound piece from my dear poet friend.

Ashes to ashes..

“Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath, From the blossom of health to the paleness of death, From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud- Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?”  ― William Knox Ashes to ashes  dust to dust we all are made up from  this …

Beacon

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 …

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

Accusations,
I have heard many
insults you have hurled
some
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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This…

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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 …

Beacon ( Micro poetry)

This micro poetry is a prelude to the poem with the same name. Watch out this space!

Poetry feature on Spillword press-Lava

Come read my poem which got featured on the Spillword Press. A place brimming with writers and poets and where the editors will pairup your creation with a compelling image to give it a startling look. Read Lava. Do read the poem and leave your ratings. Happy Blogging! Megha Sood  

Lost ( Micro poetry)

This post is in response to the daily prompt Disappear

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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,

Megha

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His Name (Micro poetry)

This post is in response to the daily prompt Awkward

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Poetry feature in Indian Periodical-Ashes to ashes

One of my poems got featured in the Indian periodical. Read Ashes to ashes   

Galaxy (Micro poetry)

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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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