Burden of Sanity

Megha's World

First published in Writer’s Cafe Magazine Issue 12 “Truth and Lies”

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What is the burden of sanity

he gleefully asks

when the sane thoughts in your mind

are paving a streamlined path

a sluice,

which carries the murky and turbid thoughts

away from your heart

so your soul can stay pure and serene

What is the burden of the sanity

when the words uttered in

deep dark corners of

you dark and tumultuous mind

leaves a dark sooty impression

and your soul is a shade darker than

then last time you saw

your reflection in the mirror

What is the burden of sanity

you woefully ask

when the teeth are clenched

and the tongue is shredded

but the heart will die a thousand deaths

if you let it have its way

What is the burden of the sanity

you smirk fully asks

when its rips and

shreds the reputation

your honor

your broken back…

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Poetry Published in the Mind and Poetry Issue 3: Darkness and the Light

So thankful to see my two poems" Choked" and "That searing pain" part of this masterful collection of poems. So thankful to the EIC David O Lan of fevers of Mind and Poetry Digest for giving it such a beautiful home. The collection of poems in this book speaks through the pain and the ecstasy … Continue reading Poetry Published in the Mind and Poetry Issue 3: Darkness and the Light

Poetry published in Jitter Magazine Issue no 8 by Prolific Press

So happy to share the news that I have a publication in the forthcoming print publication of Prolific Press – Jitter Press. Jitter Press publishes excellent literary works from both established and emerging writers. Their publication includes poetry and fiction with an emphasis on themes of horror and suspense. It is their mission to provide the … Continue reading Poetry published in Jitter Magazine Issue no 8 by Prolific Press

Nakedness

Megha's World

First published in The Quiet Letter, July 2018

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has no concept
No definition
My poems have been devoid of emotions
utterly stripped of verses and syllables
with words stripped of its frame
and body
nothing seems to hold on
and stay glued to it
the body is bare
ready to mocked and scraped
and devoured by the
unscrupulous mind
with their turbid thoughts
As the night is patched by the
one eye of the
dark and sullen moon
I stare in the nights
my eyes are devoid of the light
gazing from the emptiness to nothing
they have lost the definition of hope
like the feeling of satiation
in the sunken folds of stomach
Of a hungry child
Like the palms of my granny
whose lines have been scraped clean
by the merciless
whiplash of time
I stand here with the
barren mind
devoid of thoughts
searching fervently

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