Autumn-Takes away a piece of me

Megha's World

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I stand here

barren,

naked,

those leaves on me

keeping up the 

decked up pretenses

trying to satiate my 

inconsolable heart

not to lose hope

and lose that spark

my languid arms 

is the stark reality

of the emotions 

being stripped off me

one by one as

they fall 

scuttling towards their

seasonal death

a sign of my weary heart

the coltish life

emerging from the stupor

just to witness the last leaf

falling to the ground.

–Megha

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Christine Ray – Composition of a Woman Like no Other

Read this farewell post to my writer friend Christine Ray from Sudden Denouement
When you get such a glowing and warm farewell, you know what kind of person you have been.

Sudden Denouement Collective

“The world needs strong women who will lift and build others, who will love and be loved. Women who live bravely, both tender and fierce. Women of indomitable will.” – Amy Tenney

I don’t know who Amy Tenney is, have never heard of her, nor read anything other than the above quote, (that I know of), that can be traced back to her, but after reading that very quote, I think Amy Tenney may know Christine Ray.

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If the heart of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective is the impressive collection of writers and their work, editors and their passion, readers and their appreciation, then surely Christine Ray has been a potent infusion of life for us all.

For the past two years, Christine Ray has been a valued, and much loved, member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. As a writer, Christine is nothing short of impressive. As a poet…

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Six poems published in the Writer’s Cafe Magazine Issue 13 -“Elements”

I'm so delighted and excited to see my six poems published in the latest edition of the Writer's cafe magazine Issue 13. I'm really thankful to the editor Marie Lightman for giving me the opportunity and for supporting my work. Following are the names of poems which got selected. They have been published as a … Continue reading Six poems published in the Writer’s Cafe Magazine Issue 13 -“Elements”

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Come tease your brain and attempt this writing challenge and showcase your work in front of 4000+ followers.

Go Dog Go Café

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Today’s prompt: What is the biggest problem facing the country right now? If you could only change one thing, what would it be? Consider if this problem can even truly be “changed”, or if it is something steeped in…

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Fresh

Megha's World

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or the place where I’m in

counting the minutes lost by the clock

with no hands

our body is outlasted by our bones

our only testament in the world

hollow and brittle

they can’t tell the truth

no matter how voyeuristic your life was

they are buried numb and mute in the 

rotting soil

they outlive us,

they are marks of the immortality

but they are numb and mute

the rocks of the tomb are 

battered and degraded,

as the hands bring me into it

rocks are all silent 

in the stone-hearted people,

reeking of the dark pain

carried in the hollowed eyes

of the people around me

everything is stale

and reeks of the stench

of the pain and jealousy 

they carry in their hearts

but I’m fresh as a daisy

my body still warm

as I’m being lowered

in the freshly dug grave.

–Megha

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Promote Yourself Monday- October 29, 2018

Go Dog Go Café

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Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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What was said to the Rose

Come read this beautiful poem by Rumi shared by our blogger friend Maverick.

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What was said to the Rose

What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.

What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was

whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them

so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is

being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that’s happening here.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,
in love with the one to whom every that belongs!

~ Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
 ‘Rumi the Book of Love – poems of ecstasy and longing’.
Translated by Coleman Barks

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Reset

Megha's World

“Wherever you are is the entry point.”
― Kabir

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Sometimes I just want
to shatter myself
rip apart in pieces
shreds in small bits
so my beautiful soul trapped
in my ego laced body
can be set free
to roam the mountains and rivers
fly high in the cerulean skies
get absorbed in the dew drops and clouds
and fall softly back as rain
on all those parched souls.

Sometimes I just want to
break my heart
crack it up
in zillion pieces
pull it apart of my heart
squeeze the last bit of
drop from its veins
and gather those pieces again
to create a beautiful mosaic
a beauty for the world to see.

Sometimes I want to peel my skin
off my body
scrape and pull off the bits in the corner
of my bones
flay off all the pieces of it
imbued with pretense and debauchery
and weave it back dipped in…

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Live to the fullest

Megha's World

“One clear moment, one of trance 
One missed step, one perfect dance 
One missed shot, one and only chance 
Life is all…but one fleeting glance.” 
― Sanober Khan

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Oh there it goes

fleetingly,

swimmingly,

gently,

just another moment

traveling on that speck dust

on that sliver of light

which you hardly noticed

with our heads down and deep

in the lap of your worries

ears buzzed and hummed

by the lullaby of the life

zapped by the lights

on the horizon

which you are blinded by

since the day,

you got here

it comes and goes

and without you knowing

the life passes by you

with a fleeting

gentle touch

And all that matters in the end

is the regret

shaped and rounded

as globule of the salty water

that everything happened

and you forgot to enjoy the view.

-Megha

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Location

Megha's World

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Between the thumb and the forefinger
where I’m counting and mapping your freckles
as my fingers slide
over your curves
and etches
a map of my universe
where
my soul
my love
my passion
finds solace,

And in every nook and corner of
your soul
I find shelter for my
darkness to hide
and dissolve in yours,

and they conjure up a new shade of grey
a perfect concoction of our
joys and sorrows,

a sip of which
leaves us
dangling between the
dreams and reality
a new dream of tomorrows,

a feeling of ecstasy,
a feeling of completeness,
which makes us whole
you and me
an epitome of venus,

That magical touch which puts
the moonlight to shame
erase and clears away
every shred of pain,

Between the thumb
and the forefinger is where, my love!
my whole world remains.

–Megha

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Promote Yourself Monday- October 22, 2018

Come, share the best of your work for thousands of followers at GoGog GO Cafe

Go Dog Go Café

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Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Cosmos

Megha's World

“Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious . . . In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.”
–Carl Sagan

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I ate the cosmos and 

gulped down the stars

and the galaxies 

taken with a handful of 

constellations and

and swallowed a couple of Comets

to warm the dark corners of my soul

sprinkling stardust on my pores,

the lights of the Aurora Borealis

is now a hidden rainbow

dwelling just under my skin

and stars lined with my freckles

twinkle and shimmer in the dark

the dancing and rotating planets

are donning my eyeballs

the celestial gaze which 

can lock up your stare

for eons and 

can leave you asking for more

I ate the cosmos

with the moonlight 

running through my 

veins

and the ambrosial beauty

defined beyond the

dimension of 

space and time

A celestial love

hiding the

mysteries of the universe

unsolved so far.

 –Megha

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Sunday Best: Nightmares

Come read my poem featured here at Free verse Revolution for Thursday writing prompt based in the theme “Nightmares”

FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

Our Free Thought Thursday writing prompt this week was Nightmares. Every week we will share the top three responses to our prompt; taken from WordPress and Facebook.  Enjoy!

Nightmares

A Candle of Maybe – Kristiana Reed

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Nightmares – Nicholas Gagnier

Looking Glass – Megha Sood

I’m looking through a looking-glass

The reality seems so bleak

and the nightmares seem so true

Pain, sadness, and anxiety

all have begun to bloom

I’m looking through the looking-glass

My dreams and hopes are dwindling

all the sunshine I was storing

seems to be just ending

I’m looking through the looking-glass

Worms of fear and hatred and sneaking everywhere

Rotten feelings and jealousy

are trying to make a mound somewhere

I’m looking through the looking-glass

Looking for the smile I hid it last time

dug and stuck it so deep

that no hurt can ever seem to find

I’m looking through the looking-glass

for the saplings of love and…

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Poems featured in October Edition of Our Poetry Archive (OPA)-“Pure”, “Nothing”, “Aberration”

So happy to have found a place in the Our Poetry Archive. It is monthly poetry ezine which archives the works of the individual talents which illuminate our literary tradition all over the world. Every month they feature thirty-six poetical creations of thirty-six eminent poets around the world in a single volume. Come read my three poems … Continue reading Poems featured in October Edition of Our Poetry Archive (OPA)-“Pure”, “Nothing”, “Aberration”

Lacrymosa

Megha's World

“There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.”
― Kahlil Gibran

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You are weighed down
by the burden of your words
it’s bringing you down
it’s leaving a scar on your souls
an indelible mark
a horseshoe,
a tattoo
etched deeply in your
deep abyss
where you soul resides
can you feel the weight
of your words
Those incessant tears
falling from your face
and leaving those
dry trails
for the pain to follow in lockstep
their unholy union
you detest every day
live in the denial
those little droplets
carrying the eternity of pain
screaming the inundate tails of sorrow
angst and fear
in their tiny globules
redefines the shape
of your identity
and leaves you weeping alone
again and again.
Those tears, my love,
reshapes you again and again.
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Poetry published in Two drops of Ink-“Difference”, “Impossibility” and “Freedom – an interpretation”

So excited to have my three poems featured in the "Poetry break" feature of the Literary journal Two Drops of Ink.Really thankful to the editor Marilyn Davis for accepting and supporting my work. Two Drops of Ink is a literary blog devoted to literature and writing in a broad sense. In January of 2017 and 2018, … Continue reading Poetry published in Two drops of Ink-“Difference”, “Impossibility” and “Freedom – an interpretation”

Elements

First Published in the Writer's cafe Magazine Issue 13 -"Elements" My soul without the love an empty poem Stripped of its beauty with metaphors but nothing to compare with.   My mind with it's tangled thoughts ricochet between the doubts and the certainty almost sure of the day when nothing will begin and everything will … Continue reading Elements

Ossuary- Sabrina Escorcio

Come read the works of a talented writer at Whisper and the Roar.

Whisper and the Roar

Ossuary

She attempts to stand
upon uneven ground
atop a broken earth divide,
awkwardly balancing
between woman and child

Fissures of inheritance
the infectious bane
of her own existence,
formed beneath calloused soles
of sister, mother, grandmother

Charms contained within
the broken locket placed
delicate around her neck;
sacred curse of ancestry adorned,
yet blessed by envious men

Gaping hole expectations
inscribed in faint palm lines
anticipate a descent from innocence,
as brute, unforgiving hands voyage
forging reckless trespass

They emerge in procession
seeking temporary resolve
within the brimstone depths of
her fractured earth pedestal; built
by brother, father, grandfather

Instinctively she continues
heart blind and bound
planting seeds of trust, inside
the empty moral vessel
of a nutrient void society

Bedded upon a shroud
of ivory bridal linens,
virgin hope buried in white
between quivering legs; her
ever consuming crimson tide
an ossuary proclaimed by men


Sabrina Escorcio was born…

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