“Emotions – Happiness, anger, jealousy… is the mind experiencing “presence” in our holographic existence.”
― Clyde DeSouza, Memories With Maya
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A potpourri of emotions
“Emotions – Happiness, anger, jealousy… is the mind experiencing “presence” in our holographic existence.”
― Clyde DeSouza, Memories With Maya
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If you have a taste for the surreal and abstract poems then the new literary journal "Olive Skins" can be a beautiful home for your poems. I'm so thankful to the EIC Devika Mathur to publish for two of my poems. Here is the link for my two poems. Happy Blogging! Megha Sood
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So thrilled to be part of this online anthology curated by NilvroNill Shoovro of Our Poetry Archive featuring the works of the 159 poets around the world. An anthology which accentuates the spiritual relationship between nature and the human mind. Our main objective of this Anthology was to bring out one representative collection of the creative brilliance … Continue reading Three poems published in the online anthology by Our Poetry Archive(OPA) –“Spirit of nature”
Always an exciting moment to see my words grace this beautiful London/Berlin-based poetry journal Visual Verse challenging its writers with a stunning visual prompt every month.So thankful to the editors for supporting and accepting my work. Please read my poem "Automaton" Happy blogging! Megha Sood mage by Franck V.
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My bloated thoughts
in my withered body
swimming
through the turbid emotions
unperturbed
unmoved
un-oscillating
dead and stale
lying motionless
in the stench of the old memories
I sit and sip though time
my haggard face
and the crestfallen soul
carries those
inundated tales of pain
through the thin stale air in the room
carrying the silvery dust
thought that sliver of sunshine
and the Brownian dance
which tangles in my thoughts and
titillate my senses
Till I choke
and purge
regurgitate
on my welting soul
and wait for one more
day of
the silvery moonlight
to heal those
scars.
So thrilled to see my poem published in the Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen. So thankful to the editors and founders Christine, Kindra and Nicole Lyons for accepting and supporting my work. Kindra M. Austin, Nicole Lyons, and Christine E. Ray are known in the indie writing world for their love of cutting edge literature, telling hard truths, and … Continue reading Poetry published on Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen – “Survival”
not everyone is allowed to SPEAK
or maybe it’s just that not everyone
is allowed to be heard
either way
speaking
and being heard
seems to be for men only
women can speak to each other
but their voices fall on deaf
male ears
when women SPEAK UP
or speak OUT
when they are SCREAMING
for an end to the violence against them
when they SHOUT
for the right
to own their own BODIES
it’s as if no sound
can be heard
women living
in a patriarchal culture
have no voice
men have stolen
their words
I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read…
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A colorful explosion, a kaleidoscopic implosion, a vibrance shattered amongst the ends of the horizon and scattered across the galaxy with its tinge appearing in every shade of the sunrise and sunset painting the crimson laced sky in the wee hours of the day the burst of the colors those glittering and spellbinding sending the vibration throughout … Continue reading Indentation
Come read this beautiful quote shared by Becky and her own take on it to start your Monday.
“Sometimes we simply need silence to be able to hear what our inner thoughts have been telling us. Inner peace is required to regain clarity.”
~ Beckie Cutler ~
BC 2019
Quote Credits: Pinterest and Me, Myself & I
This fills me with happiness to see that three of my poems have been featured on the Madness Muse Press Blog soon to be part of the print anthology. I”m really thankful to the associate editor Chani Zwibel to have given me the opportunity. Madness Muse was founded in 2016 as a means to publish writing with sociopolitical … Continue reading Three poems published in the Madness Muse Press- “Saintly”, “An exercise in futility ” and ” A living nightmare”
So thrilled to receive the acceptance of two of my poems for the poetry journal " An Elephant Never". So thankful tot he EIC Andre Lepine for supporting my work. An elephant never is a journal inspired by our favorite pachyderm and each week, they offer truncated tales (flash fiction), rumbling rhymes (poetry), elephant art, … Continue reading Poetry published in “An elephant never”-“When the moon spills the secret”
This micro poetry is the prelude to a poem of the same name. Read it here
So happy to know that my two poems have been accepted in the UK based Writer’s Cafe Magazine for the July issue based on the theme “Maps and Landscapes”. Really thankful to the generous editor Marie Lightman for continuously supporting my work and for challenging the writer with a monthly theme. You can read my poem here. Happy … Continue reading Poetry published in the Writer’s Cafe Magazine Issue 16 Theme “Maps and Landscapes”- “Map”
Proud to see my three poems featured in this social activism blog edited by Adam Levon Brown.
Living Nightmare ( Child Sex Trafficking)
She was snatched from the
warm embrace of her mother
joy rides from her father
from her cradle of innocence
naked,
she stands now
stripped of her emotions
Baring her broken and shattered soul
at every lecherous eye
and fornicated look
she is a grown up woman
too early too soon
Her pretty little dolls have
scratches on her face
and stained with the
memories of the dark moon
Her pure soul
is still denying the
blisters on her body
she still can’t believe her ears
when people call her whore
Licking her wounds every day
and dolled up for the night
she has got pretty good
at hiding her sores
The dream of that
fairytale prince and
the first time rapturous kiss
has been shattered
so many times more
She still has faint memories
of the sun
drenching her face
jumps in the…
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So thrilled to be featured in the inaugural issue of the poetry journal Olive Skins. So thankful to the EIC Devika Mathur for featuring and supporting my work. Olive Skins is a literary platform for surreal and abstract poets and artists. You may find beautiful and brave writings there which shall stir your heart, will … Continue reading Poetry published in Olive Skins-“Lost Home”
Breaking chunks of bread
throwing at the hungry beaks
salivating tongues,
with his bent back and
fleshy hands,
fecund fingertips,
savoring the life
beaming with happiness
and satisfaction
of feeding hungry souls
his body broken down with time
eyes bleared
hands shriveled
and spine
indented with spokes of times
carving stories onto them
heart is seeping in peace
lost but found again
in the backyard of the old age home
within the smattering cacophony
of the loyal pigeons.
Photo by Daniel van den Berg on Unsplash
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