Depression ( Micro poetry)

Recursive

First published in Literary Heist, Fall edition This pain is toothless though it bites and numbs me from within; with a nibble here a there it leaves marks on me a pulverized pain; With the clickety clackety sound of the teeth clenched together and shut tightly I can feel everything going numb; This tepid life and the …

Nothing

First published in Modern Literature, July 2018 “I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar How the feeling of emptiness devours and takes me in like an empty nest and a hole in …

Out of Sync

First published in Modern Literature, July 2018 “I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.” ― Sylvia Plath, Ariel How the body moves shatters, into zillion specks of glass powered and brushed to its core but still every speck of it can pinch …

Alone

Looking at the ceiling lying on my bed I think, what makes us feel alone What makes us feel so unwanted like an outcast Is it the betrayal of the lover? or Is the faith broken by a close friend, a confrere? Is it the selfish narcissist society who wants you to sing their praises …

Mist (Micro poetry)

Old companion

“because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar Spreading like moss covering from end to end and shaping its identity at the expense of …

Burden ( Micro poetry)

Poetry feature in Indian Periodical-Old companion

My poem Old companion has been featured in the latest issue of the Indian Periodical. Do read the poem and let me know your thoughts. Have a nice weekend! Megha Sood    

Looking glass

I'm looking through a looking-glass The reality seems so bleak and the nightmares seem so true Pain, sadness, and anxiety  all have begun to bloom   I'm looking through the looking-glass My dreams and hopes are dwindling all the sunshine I was storing seems to be just ending   I'm looking through the looking-glass Worms of fear and …

Submission (Micro poetry)

Poetry feature in Indian Periodical -Apocalypse

My poem has been featured in the latest issue of the Indian periodical. Please read it here In search of a lifetime I crossed lots of moments Hopped over too many memories and ran through many fears In search of a soul mate got too many scars left withering in pain left with my bleeding …

Irony

We are all together in this alone in every path you see I see you and I turn away my face the pain is too much and to acknowledge  it will bring Oh! so much disgrace let's just hide it tuck and nip it in the bud don't let anyone read your fear get back to …

Little does she know

Little does she know It will end before it will start; Little does she know It will leave cracks in her heart; Little does she know The traditions always die down slowly; Little does she know it's still a knot, even it is holy; Little does she know Wounds are always scraped more; Little does she know every …

Split wide open

I'm split wide open for you to see my soul is sliced in half for you to scrape pieces of me I keep changing shades to hide in the layers of the darkness You still find me and hunt me down with so much hatred Hiding in the plain sight my doppelganger stealing my identity leaving …

Sleep

Today I'm sharing with my blogging family a poem very special to my heart as this was the first ever poem I wrote. I never had the courage to share this with anyone until today. It's not laced with any poetic metaphors but still moves me whenever I read it. Hoping you would like it …

No More

In my world of paper flower where wishes are flying and whispering slowly in my ears and telling a story I long for that long swings on the ride my arms outstretched and kicking legs as I soar above in my purple sky I wait for the rain to come and wash my sins rinse …

Lost Cause

The undulating pain which passes through my heart It pierces my souls and shatters my thought What once was so near has been pushed into  the deep abyss with the gaping hole and the empty sockets my body has been living mocking life as such   Such a sense of hopelessness and emptiness it seems …

Bridge

I'm building a bridge little by little stick by stick and stone by stone I'm building a bridge to bring you home to stop making you feel always alone It rattles and swings It gives me a scare I won't stop building it till I reach the other end, my dear with all the twists …

Leak in my heart

“I have poured my heart out ….            And now I am empty.”                       ― Ranata Suzuki There is a leak in my heart where the emotions are leaking through I have tried to tape them and seal them again and …

Can you hold your ground?

How much can you bear? How long can you hold your ground?

Black Rainbow

Depression is real.It's not just a fleeting thought; its a disease. No amount of distraction around you can cure your sadness.No amount of beauty around you can make your heart happy.Sadness is monochrome.The following free verse reflects the same feeling.

Daily prompt -Witty

This post is in response to the daily word Witty They say I'm witty My laughs can fill an empty space and my smiles can be a cure I can giggle my way through an uneasy path and crack people up in any way I start They say I'm witty can bring a smile to a …