Perched

Perched at the top but still looking down with those eyes seeking love and solace gazing from emptiness to nothing I'm the single soul left in this metropolis where I can see every one but everyone is blind to see me   Those crimson tinge skies carrying the smell of the dusk laced with the dancing specks of …

Hollow

Why do we feel empty inside? Why do we feel hollow inside? stripped of our emotions  why do we feel numb inside when the emotions are raging  anger and pain are roaring and all the feelings are screaming and squealing as hard as they can.   Why do we feel hollow inside? When there is a …

Prism ( Micro poetry)

Man-The Imperfectionist

We are so perfect about managing our imperfections Watching them grow every day Making sure that they have been cared properly We are so keen to bring out the flaws in everyone Forgetting about our own flawed mortality We are so eager to dive deep into the oblivion Chest thumping about out snowflake level existence …

Potent ( Micro poetry)

A profound thought to share with you my beloved readers and dear friends in the WordPress community as I publish my 1001 post. 

Innocent

Clothes on the drying line dripping and swayed away by the winds they are empty there is no fullness no body as the soul is missing but the sleeves are stained wet with the dried cracked blood of the kid who got crushed under your feet in the riot yesterday Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash --Megha  

Feeble attempt

First published in Visual Verse Vol 5 Chapter 10 Your mind, a congruence of aberrant thoughts a serendipitous convergence, you try so fervently to carve your own niche your own identity in this cesspool of clones floating for eons from here to nothing Your face, a stark reflection of the blatant reality where everyone is …

Traded ( Micro poetry)

Once More

The deep long treacherous shadows cast on the bedroom wall the hallucinations of the clock the monsters lingering in the hall the clever and long nails of the desires clawing  their way in your deep supple soul and with an ashen mouth soaked with the crimson a touch of your tangerine love I ask for …

Poetry feature in Indian Periodical-Ashes to ashes

One of my poems got featured in the Indian periodical. Read Ashes to ashes   

Is it worth it?

“Everyone feels they are on a journey, but if you cannot see reality, you are merely on a cosmic treadmill, trapped in time. A person can spend a lifetime going nowhere”  ― R.J. Blizzard We all long for happiness, Don't we? The need to reach the pinnacle of success and to overcome all the pain we have endured through …

Poetry feature in Visual Verse-Perched

I'm feeling elated and honored to be featured in the current issue of Visual Verse.Please read my poem here. The literary collective is teeming with brilliant write-up based on the visual cues they post at the beginning of the month. Happy blogging! Megha Sood      

Saintly- Social Inequality

This poem is sixth in the anthology of poems based on Social Evils. Please read the previous ones here Failed virtues of the people today nothing can be fixed  going to church every day You're Catholic and I'm pious and we still have our fingers  dipped in the blood  of our desires What makes you more …

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 …

Man-An exercise in futility

The grandiose illusion subverted by emotion the cacophony of voices dying under the poverty of reason your pitiful existence burdened by your shallow possessions you chest thumping your ego to the inevitable oblivion living under the pretense of a mortal soul imbued with an immortal illusion a naysayer to your own existence you are bound and …

We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One

We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One Just another day just another town bullet perforated backpacks spilling loose-leaf lined paper, textbooks onto blood stained sidewalks helicopters hovering to give us the bird's eye view I tried to avert my eyes out of respect for the dead the injured but I could not …

Soulless eyes

You are not alone here You are surrounded by million voyeur eyes looking for the next big piece of news waiting for the next viral tweet wanting to go live on Facebook to chat and comment about it You are surrounded by eyes not hands hands which can help you, support you and pull you …

Poetry feature in Indian Periodical

Hey my blogging family, One of my poems again got featured in the Indian periodical. Really thankful to the editor of that wonderful literary magazine for supporting my work. Here is the link to my poem Once More. Go, check it out and let me know your precious feedback. Love always, Megha Sood  

Can you hold your ground?

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

Measure

How do you measure your life? By the number of books on your shelf By the number of degrees under your belt By the number of years, you have spent under the sun By the number of lines on your face By the number of times, you have lived your moments By the number of hugs …

Saintly

Failed virtues of the people today nothing can be fixed  going to church every day You're Catholic and I'm pious and we still have our fingers  dipped in the blood  of our desires What makes you more saintly than me I ask Oh! I pray and confess twice in the last pass I repent my sins  …

My fight

When will the struggle be going to be over? When will the pain end? The continuous feeling of fighting against something unknown and invincible is tiring and exhausting. How can you fight the daily grind of life knowing that you can never come alive out of it? Yes that the eternal truth everybody know. When …

Chiseled

Is your soul perfectly round, chiseled and shaped to perfection? Are you not rough around the edges anymore, and all your flaws have been smoothed?   Did they cover and caulk all the holes in it? Sanded and brushed so that no sin can seep in and polished you with love masking all the defects.   Have …

Victor

Who is a real victor? https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2017/10/30/victor/

Dubious

The way all affair started sounded dubious the vows he made to her about till death do us apart sounded dubious they way he meticulously planned everything to hide from her in plain sight sounded dubious Promising to be together in thick and thin and never stepping out of the comfort zone sounded dubious Making sure …