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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