We are poets

“Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.”  ― Friedrich Nietzsche 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 … Continue reading We are poets

Creation

First published in the Writer's Cafe Magazine ,Issue 10, 2018 I paint you with my metallic tears dripping from my obsidian heart as I draw and sketch and darken the areas ripping me apart I trickle my pain dipped in the copious amount of my nightmare that darken your kohl-lined eyes with the pain my heart bears As … Continue reading Creation

Poetry feature in Little Rose Magazine-Remembrance

Dear friends, One of my poems got published in the July edition of Little Rose Magazine. Little Rose is a Utah-based online magazine of literature and art, aiming to confront issues of identity, such as gender, race, class, religion, intersectionality, internet identity, and culture. Please read my poem Remembrance and leave your precious feedback in … Continue reading Poetry feature in Little Rose Magazine-Remembrance

Poetry feature on Modern Literature-“Heritage”, “Out of Sync” and “Nothing”

Nothing can make my day more special than being featured on the Modern Literature. Modern literature is an international magazine focusing on the latest trends in modern literature from across the world. It showcases the latest trends in the field of literature – Fiction, Literary Non-fiction, Poetry, Interviews, Arts & Politics. I really appreciate the support of … Continue reading Poetry feature on Modern Literature-“Heritage”, “Out of Sync” and “Nothing”

Poetry Feature on Visual Verse- Wheels of time

Nothing gives me more happiness and a sense of achievement than to be selected as one of the poems in the monthly feature of Visual Verse. A brilliant collaboration of art, poetry, short fiction. Please read my poem Wheels of time and leave your precious feedback in the comment section. Happy blogging! Megha Sood  

Poetry feature in Literary Heist-Religion

And here comes the day I have been waiting for months ever since the day they have announced the acceptance of my poem in their summer edition. Literary Heist online quarterly magazine is published every March 21st, June 21st, September 21st, and December 21st. The yearly electronic book is published every year on February 1st. … Continue reading Poetry feature in Literary Heist-Religion

Sam and his bullies- An essay by a 7 year old

I'm super excited and feeling at the top of my world to share a very personal piece of writing, written by my 7-year-old son. He was given the following words as a prompt for his second-grade homework and he came up with this story about bullying. I have typed the story exactly how he wrote in … Continue reading Sam and his bullies- An essay by a 7 year old

Poetry feature on Duane Poetree-Chiseled

It's always an honor to get featured on Duane Poetee, a blog run by Duane Vorhees, whose site won the International Reuel Literature Prize for 2018 under the category of "Best Blog for 2017" for supporting the works of the poets in the literary world. Do visit the site to read the awesome works of … Continue reading Poetry feature on Duane Poetree-Chiseled

A golden touch

I was waiting waiting eternally for that Midas touch a touch so divine which will turn my pitiful existence into gold and will leave mesmerized and enamored But your pride and your ego and all that insults dripping from your sullen mouth bloated your manly ego turned my ephemeral self to dust.   Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

Relocate

This poem came to my mind as my neighbors are relocating.I saw that familiar look in her’s daughter’s eye.

Megha's World

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As she looks back throughher car seat windoweverything was getting smallerby every passing minuteEverything was slowly moving awayeverything was dwindling downthe friends she has spenther best part of her fifth gradeand played the silliest games they  foundThe playground where she playedand the swings which took herhigh up in the skythe small lanes and alleys in the streetwere slowly waving her goodbyeShe slowly passed by the house of the boyshe couldn't believe she had a crush onnow the truth will always willbe buried in the little diaryin her small little palmThe stores near his housewhere convenientlyeverything she could findand there was no reasonfor so many stores in that line.The dainty hills in the backwhere her friend could playfrom dusk till dawnwhere she first tore herpretty birthday dressshe…

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A Writer’s fear

I'm trying to balance these words on the tip of the lead so precariously where they tip and falters and every single word, every syllable every article loses its balance it's epicenter and starts falling off falling off at the edges in the deep abyss of the unknown where I can't seem to salvage them anymore they … Continue reading A Writer’s fear