The orphaned rain

Megha's World

First published in Vita Brevis Literature, September 2018

matteo-catanese-590621-unsplash.jpgThose dainty droplets running over my windows

and leaving a trail

a residue of pain,

what if the rain feels pain

what if it reminisces of the

long-lost company

the melody of the

wine tingling glasses

getting slowly warmed

near the old fireplace

/that brooding pain/

that silhouette of silence

sitting silently in that warm creaky armchair

next to the old wobbly table

it has scars of time

etched on it

and the time has its impression

tucked neatly in the tattered pages

on the family album

bearing the swirly impression of my thumb

from the last time I took a peek

Yesterday I let that starving alley cat in

and let it warm its puny existence near my legs

sometimes I feel the pain of

those droplets from the

orphaned rain

And my mind ponders

Does it also need a shelter?

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Promote Yourself Monday, September 16, 2019

Promote your work by sharing the link in the comments section of the original post on the GodogGo cafe and make yourself heard to a readership of 4000+ followers.

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed 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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Poetry published in the Local Train Magazine Issue 6

A beautiful online literary journal from Bangladesh gives a very rustic look to featured poems. So thankful to the EIC Shahadat Hossian for giving my poem home. You can read my poem "Juxtapostionion" here. The Local Train is an online magazine. which is independent, not for profit publication founded in April 2019 by Shahadat Hossain. … Continue reading Poetry published in the Local Train Magazine Issue 6

Poetry published in the Mark Literary Review -Edition 10 September,2019

So happy to see my two poems found a home in the Mark Literay Review. So thankful to the EIC Jessica for accepting my poems and suggesting necessary changes. Writing poetry is always a learning and a continuously evolving process especially for poets from a non- literary background. You can read my two poems "Sign" … Continue reading Poetry published in the Mark Literary Review -Edition 10 September,2019

Forbidden love

Megha's World

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
–Pablo Neruda


How can I catch up on your shadows when

I stay still and you are always running

they keep erasing and burning the bridges

I have drawn in

there is so much distance between us

and the norms keeps

building the walls around us

tightening its grip on us

me and you

breathing in unison

living in our parallel worlds

there is some deep calmness in chasing the shadows

when the truth doesn’t exist in reality

when the relation is clearly defined

and you have to color between the lines


with the quill dipped in the age-old ink

of deep obsidian societal norms

and everything spilling outside the boundaries

is total abomination

Oh! that scarlet thought should

never cross my sinned lips

oh! I should never urge your name

on my cursed lips

women have been…

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A stranger amongst us An encroachment in the middle you are snatching away our sanctity posing a danger to us standing tall in the middle, an imminent threat, a mess to deal with, we have build tall picket fences around us To keep us safely in A rising nuisance in the residential Spaces We brought … Continue reading Stranger

Crisis resources for suicide prevention

Read this Informative post detailing the resources for Suicide prevention in various countries. Do spread the word. You might end up helping a soul in desperate need.

Mental Health @ Home

cartoon face shushing surrounded by the word suicide

Sadly, we hear all too often of people who have lost their lives to suicide.  Many among us in the mental health blogging community have either attempted suicide or had thoughts of doing so.  There are resources available to support us; it’s just a matter of knowing what they are and being willing to reach out (I must admit that’s something I’ve been reluctant to do in the past, and I’ll talk more about this in tomorrow’s post).  Here are some of the many resources that are out there.



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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge September 10, 2019

Here is my response to the word “Madness” for todays’ Tuesday prompt

We all are trying to touch the bottom of the madness
the absolute end
to visualize how
far we can stretch our insanity
and how much it can
take the pressure and survive
till it breaks down and
shatters into small bits of
craziness and false identity
We are poets,
This is our identity.

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Tuesday Writing PromptDevereaux 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:  

The theme or word to use is “madness.” Write what your heart has to say.

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In honor of the #WorldSuicodePreventionDay

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In Honor of World Suicide Prevention Day

Inspired by Phases  by Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett

the suicide note
she did not leave
left a faint  imprint
on the wooden table
where they would sit and talk
over cups of milky coffee

the suicide note
she did not leave
rang like silence in his ears

the suicide note
she did not leave
burned itself onto his retinas
he feared the afterimage
was permanent

the suicide note
she did not leave
did not list
13 reasons why

he understood only
that the starless darkness
she was drowning in
had become so thick
so viscous
so acidic
that it had eaten all light
and she could no longer see
how he glowed
whenever she was near

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

© Revised 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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The season of fall

Here comes fall again! The season which brings so much of love and festivities along with it. That sudden chill in the air in the late evenings and beautiful fall leaves everywhere adds so many strokes of beauty to nature’s palette. The essential and beautiful transition from summer to fall brings all the love along … Continue reading The season of fall

An audio recording of the poem ” Declaration” from the Issue Heat by Nightingale and Sparrow Press

The audio recording of my poem "Declaration" for the "Heat" Issue of the Nightingale and Sparrow Magazine is up at their website. You can read the poem and listen to the recording here. Do share your precious feedback. Happy blogging! Megha Sood  

Poetry published in Literary Heist – Fall edition “Recursive”

Megha's World

It’s always a delight to see my poem published in this Canadian Quarterly Journal Literary Heist. Please read my poem “Recursive” here.

Many thanks to the editor, Ryan Brinkhurst for supporting my work and featuring it.

Happy blogging!

Megha Sood

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Poetry reading at Jersey City Writers “Of Mysts and Monsters” at West Gallery, NJ as part of Arts House Festival

So thrilled to be sharing the details of the yesterday poetry reading at the West Gallery, NJ. “Of Myths and Monsters" is just another one of the exciting happenings that took place during this JC Fridays as Jersey City Writers had an evening of readings featuring selected horror short stories and poems submitted by the … Continue reading Poetry reading at Jersey City Writers “Of Mysts and Monsters” at West Gallery, NJ as part of Arts House Festival

Poems featured on the Whisper and the Roar as a response for the Feminist book Title Challenge

I'm so excited to see that three of my poems have been selected as a response to the Feminist Book Title Challenge hosted by the Christine Ray of the Brave and Reckless Blog. You can read my poems here "How to be a woman?" "When Men explain me things" and "My body is not an … Continue reading Poems featured on the Whisper and the Roar as a response for the Feminist book Title Challenge

How to be a woman? – Megha Sood

My poem on Whisper and the Roar as a response to the Feminist Title Challenge. Coem read the other jaw-dropping responses.

Whisper and the Roar

There are rules to be followed
guidelines to be remembered
regulations to be followed
to the T.

before I can call myself a woman
a lady like appearance–
an ever-present grin on my face
smiling from ear to ear,
just to ease you into the life
as you please.

I should bow down in obedience
should never raise my voice
walk with the stoop of discipline
and eat with your hand.
With the freedom, you have handed me on the plate
Like I was the chosen one, you see

Oh! that skirt is a little shorter than we expected
see it clearly fails to keep those lurking demon
inside their skin.
Now, you have shown them
too much flesh
now they will come out
will rip you into shreds
and devour your soul from within.

“I told you” they will say
keep your voice down
the patriarchy can’t handle you…

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Sweet notes of freedom

Megha's World

First Published in Visual Verse Vol 5 Chapter 11


My fingers incessantly

plucking the strings

as they draw the blood from my soul

and plays on and on

like a long-lost symphony,

with truth lodged between my throat

as I clutch my teeth together

shredding it

Oh! so gently

I move my fecund fingertips fervently

to bring out the music of the divine

those seraphic fingers

playing the melody

moves gently

Oh! so sublime

But nothing comes out from this

choked and vapid soul

everything gets

lost in the cacophony

this voiceless din,

this succumbed uproar

I’m taking in thin strips of the air

or whatever is left of it

as my encumbered heart is

dying and rotting slowly

when the air is heavy around me

laced with thick orange tinged

doubts and accusations

dangling freely

And I know I have to hide my identity

inside this eye pleasing


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Contribution in the Quatrain Project – Gyroscope Review Spring Issue

On February 2, 2019, the staff of Gyroscope Review invited public participation in a giant collaborative poetry effort in honor of their fourth anniversary as a publication. So, they got together to create a quatrain to kick off this collaborative poem. I'm so thrilled to be part of this beautiful quatrain project. Your obituary in … Continue reading Contribution in the Quatrain Project – Gyroscope Review Spring Issue

Poetry published in the Knights Library Magazine Fall edition

So thrilled to be featured in the Fall Edition of the Knights Library Magazine which is resuming its publication after our years of hiatus.I'm so thankful to the EIC Jason Crawford and Jeffery for believing in my work and giving me a space in their magazine. This magazine serves as a safe space for marginalized … Continue reading Poetry published in the Knights Library Magazine Fall edition

of dust and pain

Megha's World

First Published in Poppy Road Review, September 2018


The slow effervescence

the vaporizing effect of the sadness

body losing itself to the thin air

slowly and surely

the mothball slowly giving it to the air

its existence and its frailty

and the deep sense of attachment

the ephemeral bond between the existence and frailty

the curled up pieces of the burning papers

with its bits and pieces

earmarking the days and the nights

with its ashen touch

like the sand in the water

submerged and yet to dissolve

you can still feel

the existence of the silt and the sediment

the gelid hands of the reality

pinches me with its

cold fingers and freezes my warm heart

this sacred ritual of dissatisfaction

and time eating time

when the body completes the sacred circle

and suddenly there comes a realization

an epiphany of the sorts

we were all a ball of illusion


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