This post is in response to the daily prompt Retrospective
This post is in response to the daily prompt Broken
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.
- 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.
- 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
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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 … Continue reading Lovehunt
This is in response to the daily prompt Juxtapose
“if it doesn’t come bursting out of youin spite of everything,don’t do it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your mouthand your gut,don’t do it.”― Charles Bukowski
Those linguistic hues
the honey dripping
from your mouth
the syllables which
when my soul
through the pain
and is getting lost
You voice imbued
for a broken soul
falls on my tainted soul
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
the voice stops me
from getting into the whirlwind
and gives a tourniquet for my
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
it shapes my
will to survive
They wrap me around
and cover me with the
womb like warmth
Do not ever stop yourself
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This post is in response to the daily prompt Famous
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"
This post is in response to daily word challangePopular
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 … Continue reading Once More
“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 … Continue reading Cocoon
Come read this absolute mind blowing profound piece from my dear poet friend.
“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 … Continue reading Ashes to ashes..
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
“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
the veil of your
and then some;
You are done with
your victim shaming
and name calling
you have got my love
It is time to strip
and peel you off
the patriarchal robe
sitting high and mighty
on the throne;
You have the list
of mistakes and guilt
Your empire is
gonna crumble down
as I see cracks
made by my
You will run like
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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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
This micro poetry is a prelude to the poem with the same name. Watch out this space!
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
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
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,
One of my poems got featured in the Indian periodical. Read Ashes to ashes
Come read my contribution for the Sexual exploitation series on 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
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This post is in response for the daily prompt href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/complication/”>Complication
In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.
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
Those streams and the creeks
which runs through it
which infuse love and beauty in it.
The trees which line up the mountains
curves and accentuates your beauty
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