Poet Profile: An Interview with Megha Sood

So excited to be featured in the Poet profile interview series of Vita Brevis literature.Do read the interview to know a tad bit more about me.

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Megha Sood

A Brief Bio:  Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. Her works have been featured in GoDogGoCafe, Whisper and the Roar, Duane Poetree, Visual Verse, Vita Brevis, Poets Corner, Modern poetry, Spillwords Press, Indian periodicals, Literary heist, Little Rose Magazine and in many other publications. She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. You can find her blog here.

What is the purpose of poetry?

Poetry molds your perception about life and its beauty in general. To me, my words are not only self-healing but conduits for people who have lost their voice and need a medium through which they can express themselves.

Tell me about your early experience writing poetry

I started writing almost two years ago, but it was mostly in bits and pieces or whenever I could get the time to scribble a few lines…

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Lonely moon

First Published in Literary Yard, August 2018 Time bends on the blade of a grass proving its existence and slowly the innocent raindrops follow the path and makes an impression in the heart of the earth slippery and slimy with the monsoon loneliness carries its weight around my little garden while the black nightingale cries and and the … Continue reading Lonely moon

I hate you

Megha's World

“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
And everything in between

My eternal silences
With your giggles and laughter
filling and seeping in the gaps in between
where you have secretly lightened the
deep dark corners of my heart
with your moonlight presence

Playing hide and seek
With your smile
as bright as crackling fireworks
With your aura
your illuminating presence
consuming my darkness from within

I hate you for taking away the
sorrow which was mine
my mind seeded
with my forlorn thoughts
And filled it with love
which is yours
Oh! I hate you
for loving me so deeply.


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For You, Rowena (release date 31 August)

Be ready for this.

Indie Blu(e) Publishing


What lines would you cross for the one you love?

Rowena is a Helen of Today, dangerously coveted; she’s a paradoxical woman searching for self-certitude through pleasures of the flesh. Only one amongst her myriad of lovers can save Rowena from herself.

This is a story of human connection and its devastating power.

In three days, I release my third book, a novella titled, For You, Rowena. I’m honored to announce that Allane Sinclair has yet again created a cover that encompasses a universe I’ve imagined and put to paper. I couldn’t ask for a better collaborator than Allane. As always, I hope my words serve justice to the emotions that scream from her artwork. Allane Sinclair is the real deal, folks. She pours every bit of her soul into her work, and it shows.

For You, Rowena, at its core, is about self-preservation, true love, and the roads…

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Megha's World

I call this the necessary
the inevitable change
the unavoidable incident
when I lay my heart bare
and you ripped it to shreds
I gathered the pieces
weaved a chrysalis out of it
and stayed inside
till I came out as a butterfly
from the battered
you left me to be
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash
This post is in response to the daily prompt Courage

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First Published in Vita Brevis Literature, July 2018 Your memories leave an impression on my soul like the careless fingers leave on the warm wax when held gently that indelible print like the scars the alabaster moon has on a dimly moonlit night Like the endless trails of a worm wriggling and dancing crawling leaving … Continue reading Impression