Brotherhood

Megha's World

“We must live together as brothers or perish together as fools.” 
― Martin Luther King Jr.

We are all broken, crumbled
rounded again
made from the same clay
caked and baked in the same
unforgiving oven

We all have cracks in us
from where the light gets in
frayed at the border
pulling apart at the seams

Peeling off and
breaking down into pieces
in all our miseries
We are all the same
living under the same
ashen cloudless sky
and blue moon in its reverie

Breathing the same air
swooning over the same
melody of the souls
and crooning our necks
to the same broken chords
in unison, we roll

We all are the same
laughing and cracking up
With welled up eyes
With bruises we endear

Getting stabbed by the same knife
bloodied by the same bullet
cast Creed or religion
doesn’t seem to discriminate
Or beg to differ

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Three poems published in the anthology “We will not be silenced” by Indie Blu(e) Publishing- “Flinch”, “Companion”, and “Phoenix”

This marks a milestone in my writing journey as three of my poems have been accepted in the anthology "We will not be silenced" released on 30th November 2018 by Indie Blu(e) Publishing. So thankful to the editors for accepting my poems and making me part of such a wonderful mission. The anthology We Will …

Broken Promise (Micro poetry)

Conveyer

Megha's World

As she opens the door

with the anticipation

eyes frantically looking 

and gazing into the emptiness

looking for that loved face

she always adored

a chill went down her spine

and fearing the worst

seeing the two soldiers

with a crestfallen look

on their dejected faces

at her door

she banged closed the door

trying the erase that moment

in time

shutting her eyes tightly

holding the screeching 

pain behind

she never wants to open 

that door again

let it remain frozen 

in time

can’t muster the strength again

to listen to the awful news 

she is denying.

This post is in response to the daily prompt Conveyor

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Long Distance Relationship (Micro poetry)

Megha's World

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Tourniquet

Megha's World

First Published in KOAN ( Paragon Journal), Aug 2018

Have you seen the way, the surreal way

the noon sits at the end of the evening

encumbered by the pain

and the wet promises the morning brought

Now seems to be dying

Broken at the seams

frayed and tattered

those splintered edges are

now scraping the edges

of the horizon

making the sky bleed crimson red

You don’t see it

Do you?

You eyes lack that tranquility

as that of the monk who sits in the distance

all his worries knotted

in his crisscrossed legs

he knows how to tie the knot.

You have lost that art

and now you can’t escape the worries

like the moth drawn towards the flame

and here you sit at

the precise moment of the noon turning into dusk

frazzled by the thought

how to stop to crimson sky from bleeding

as your thoughts

have again loosened the…

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Tiny Buddha

Megha's World

Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life.
—Buddha

Have you ever looked
into the eyes of Buddha
a reminiscent of the
eternal calm and serenity
they wake you from the
deep slumber of ignorance
the facade of the
the life you are living in
partially open
partially closed
full of divinity
his aura radiating
from his face
slowly and surely
and calm which slowly gets
infused in
the milieu
like the ripples in the pond
symmetric and centric
the thoughts are percolating in our minds
and gets imbued in our soul
if we meditate
and blinds the dissonance
birthing in our tumultuous minds
in the chaos
of this moments
we will empower the tiny buddha
living in our core.

Photo by Senghak Lee on Unsplash

–Megha

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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge January 8, 2019

Hone your writing skills with a weekly prompt on GoDogGO cafe hosted by Beth and Devereaux. Read my response in the comments section of the original post.

Go Dog Go Café

We are back!  Happy New Year to all of you.

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:  

Use any or all of the following phrases in any kind of writing—

new dawn/ new day/ new dreams

May your ink flow!!!

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100K views reached!!

I'm squealing like a kid on a Christmas morning to see my blog quietly crossing the 100K views since I started my blogging journey last September. Writing has always been about the creative expression and a cathartic experience for me but I can't deny the fact that seeing my blog cross the 100K views instills …

Moth ( Micro poetry)

Megha's World

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December Published Works

My list of published works for the month of December featured on the GoDogGO Cafe.

Go Dog Go Café

Good Morning all And Happy New Year!

I am pleased to share the list of published works by Megha Sood for the month of December. Please congratulate her on her accomplishments! Also, keep in mind that these are great resources for writers wishing to get their own works published. I hope this coming year brings all good things into your life. Peace and Love.

Till next time- Linda

Scrittura Magazinehttps://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/12/20/poetry-published-in-the-winter-issue-of-the-scrittura-magazine-interchangeable/

Two Poems published in Madness Muse Press
https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/12/08/two-poems-published-in-the-madness-muse-press-blog-broken-and-immigrant/

Piker Press
http://www.pikerpress.com/article.php?aID=7208

Pangolin Reviewhttps://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/12/15/poetry-published-in-the-pangolin-review-issue-7/

Write’s Cafe Magazinehttps://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/12/17/two-poems-published-in-the-writers-cafe-magazine-theme-frost-and-dew-winters-and-anamoly/

Literary Heisthttps://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/12/21/poetry-published-in-winter-issue-of-literary-heist-simple-beliefs/

Free Verse Revolutionhttps://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/12/24/i-can-wait/

Spillwords Presshttps://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/12/26/poetry-published-in-the-spillwords-my-muse/

Treehouse Artshttps://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/12/28/poetry-published-in-the-treehouse-arts-lonely-moon/

Basil O Flahertyhttps://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/12/29/poetry-published-in-the-basil-o-flaherty/

Indian Periodicalhttps://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/12/30/poetry-published-in-the-indian-periodical-turn-the-page/

Vita Brevishttps://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/12/31/poetry-published-in-vita-brevis-literature-blind-justice/

Whisper and the Roarhttps://whisperandtheroar.com/2018/12/05/rebirth-megha-sood/

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Hang in there ( A thought)

All the Lonely People is Now Available from Blank Paper Press, Canada

My second poetry anthology alongside 12 other talented writers by Blank Paper Press out today on Amazon. Grab a copy.

Flawed ( Micro poetry)

Megha's World

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Vagabond

Megha's World

A weary traveler

a vagabond,

a man with a 

heart of a gypsy 

and etched 

with a bohemian soul

I wandered 

nooks and corners of the world

flaunting my fears and anxiety

to someone anyone

who would just sit next to me

and spend those 

flickering golden 

moments of time

to melt and cover 

my tattered soul

 in the body

which is sublime

This unending quest

my parched self

has been wandering for eons

searching for that break

the humdrum of the moment

tipping off the sidewalk 

and the tenacity of life

holding my hands 

tightly with a sweaty palm

As I cross the roads

as my soul laments

drops are falling

and getting lost in that 

little box of tin

A twinkle in my bleared eyes

and an occasional 

gaze from the passerby

has hooked me to the 

life forever

I fight those cold 

souls stirring breeze

testing the tenacity of my puny life

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Three poems published in the Mojave Heart Review – ” Treacherous dune”, “Abandoned” and “Survival”

So delighted to know that three of my poems have found a home in the Southwest based journal of literature and arts, Mojave Heart Review. I'm really thankful to the editor in chief Jeffery Reno and for giving me the opportunity to be featured in their esteemed poetry journal. Mojave Heart Review is an online journal …

Acceptance

Megha's World

First published in Life in 10 minutes, October 2018

Learn and learn to love

how the lonely hands discern

themselves and looks for completeness

loneliness,

which is carved out of us discordant beings

everything has a purpose

even the rotting leaf becomes sustenance

for tiny wiggling earthworm

happiness recycles itself

the golden rule of nature

it becomes pure to be embraced again

as you make space in your broken

heart for the new budding relationship

everything gives way

like the old dried autumn leaves

a vibrant bookmark for the seasons turning

Patience is a virtue,

time is a great mystic,

the fondness of something new

is the acceptance of pain.

Listen and hear closely

the loom is churning

our the songs of happiness

pain getting recycled

open our discordant minds

clear the web and webbing

hear closely the winds are singing

that lullaby again.

–Megha

Photo by Andrik Langfield on Unsplash

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Truth – a master sculptor

Megha's World

First Published in Visual Verse Vol5 Chapter 12

Truth,
a convoluted river
exists in the deepest of the ravine
like the glistening ends of the skies
it shines and glimmers in the darkness
/a beacon of hope/
for the crestfallen souls
when the darkness is sculpted
in our benign existence
screaming for hope
a dream so divine.

Truth,
cuts like a double-edged sword
through its serrated ends
slices the edges of the abyss,
/the irrational hem of the irrationality/
scrapes and scratches
resisting the erosion
those pointy convictions
moving ahead with time.

Truth,
an army of zillion stars
armed with sharp pointy ends
marches with synchronicity
carving and shaping the future
with its bloody knuckles
and it’s ferocity.

Truth,
a gaping mouth of the canyon
making it way from the steep walls
and the deep valleys
brings the shimmering piece
of the cerulean skies
longed by the bleary eyes
stuck in the ashen core of
the shared abyss,

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Freedom ( Micro poetry)

Megha Sood Shares Her Favorite Indie Feminist Books of 2018

Come see my top 3 Indie Books books of 2018.

Whisper and the Roar

Name: Megha Sood

Where you post your writing:

https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/
https://whisperandtheroar.com/
https://godoggocafe.com/
http://arielchart.blogspot.com/
https://freeverserevolution.wordpress.com/
https://candlesonline.wordpress.com/
https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/

Publications:

We Will not be Silenced ( Indie Blu(e) Press), 2018
Oddball Magazine
Scrittura Magazine
Dime Show Review
Fourth and Sycamore
KOAN ( Paragon Press)
Vita Brevis Literature

Three favorite indie books of 2018

1.  Composition of a woman

Author: Christine E Ray

Where it can be purchased: Amazon

Christine Ray’s debut composition of poetry is a candid and powerful glimpse into the essence of womanhood. The ease and the sheer brilliance she portrays in her writing is highly commendable. The book is divided into five sections namely Nerve, Brain,Blood , Ribs and Breast. Each section leaves you in awe of her magical quill as she describes her struggle with her body, which is heartbreaking and empowering at the same time. I would highly recommend this book to anyone who wants to takes this amazing…

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Stench

Megha's World

This city is crazy 

this city is brimming 

there is always something

rotting

burning

people walk with crinkled noses

and with scurried steps

with the voice of the screaming heart

those spires of the skyscrapers piercing and pinching

 the heart of the sky

which bleeds on the people

who bet their life on the beauty of the alabaster moon

You cross a women 

You cross a man on the sidewalk 

his head tilted and twisted like a dead sparrow

light of the phones

lightning up their dead  sullen eyes

and marred soul 

waking up to the ping of the next message

dreams soaked and broken in the 

morning tea

like the drowned pieces of biscuits

and broken sidewalks 

are crushed under the feet 

when your head is stuck in the sky

but the heart is rotting down below

Can you smell the stench?

Photo by Charl van Rooy on Unsplash

–Megha

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Lonely moon – Published in TreeHouse Arts

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 …

Here I come

Here wishing my beloved blogging family a very Happy New year 2019!! With lights shimmering in the eyes and hopes fixed on the horizon my desires and dreams are laced with the  a crimson tinge of the setting sun and imbued with the  shiny light of the shimmering sunrise pirouetting on the desires of unborn …