First Published in FIVE:2: ONE #sideshow magazine, Sept 2018
That dark well in the courtyard
is like a monster
as it devoured my sister
and never spat her out
that dark window sill is
blackened by my mother’s elbows
as she waited patiently for my father to arrive
those cracks in the basement door
plays my shattered memories
like a movie on a broken reel.
I try so hard to forget
Those stairs like the inside of the snakes
has devoured my happiness
This house is painted
with the handprints of blood
this is my house of pain
I don’t call it home anymore.
–Megha Sood
Published by Megha's World
I’m a mother of a smart and energetic seven-year-old. I started expressing myself creatively since the last two years. Since then I have been continuously inspired by events in my life and around me which has helped me in penning my thoughts.
I’m an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. Loves to dance in the rain, have an undying love for nature, can watch the beautiful sunset for hours. Love to kiss and hug my loved ones.
I have worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. In that busy schedule, I never got the time to creatively express my thoughts. Now every time I finish a poem, free verse anything it fills me with so much happiness and excitement and a feeling to have created something of my own. I’m planning to post at least one creation of mine weekly.
Lastly, a million thanks to all who visit, like or follow my tiny bits of creation.
Every time you do that, I get to know one more beautiful person in my life and get the chance to see their creation too.
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Very dark.
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Yes it is.Thanks Sadje
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Welcome
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That’s a very painful emotion Megha!
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Sadly yes.Thanks for reading Radhika.
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Oh I can literally imagine the kind of house this is. Truly amazing work.
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Thanks so much Devika.Your response means a lot to me.
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🙂
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Strong images. Gloomy but very well written. Cheers.
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Thanks so much for your kind read.I really appreciate.
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My pleasure
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We all have pains
that we carry unseen
Passing time
Fading memories
Lessen heartache not
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Beautiful words and yes the unseen pain hurts the most.
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Wow!
That gave me goosebumps 💔
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Thanks Yasmin. Yes its a sad short poem.
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Intense and ghostly yet somehow beautiful in its portrayal of gloom
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Thanks for reading so intenently. Appreciate your time.
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Painful as if waiting for escape. So brilliantly put
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Thanks. This is special for me too.
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Beautifully written
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My first spoken word too and first published micro poetry
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Wow.
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Thanks.
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😊🌸
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Reblogged this on Megha's World.
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Dark powerful and disturbing, there are feelings that you seem to bring to the surface and then your ending is very sad. All homes need happiness to build love and caring 🙂
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Yes absolutely. Sometime we associate memoeires woth a place and it only brings sadness. This was a difficult write.Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts
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