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Poetry Break: Megha Sood

By: Megha Sood

 

 

Poetry Break: Megha Sood Two Drops of Ink Marilyn L Davis

A short sigh

 

How long can we hold the breath without inhaling?

How long can be an empty sigh?

How long is the gaze of a widow by the window sill

blackening her elbows

in the crisscrossed narrow streets

of bent time?

 

The sadness melts and drips

and carried in the veins of the city

a sluice

of pain and abandonment

there is no pain

like the pain of an empty prayer

and eyes without the dreams

the only certainty

is the well-defined trajectory of tears

 

Hope has crossed your name

and jumps over

every time it sees your home

the silent pond is kept awake

by the hoarse croaking of the

moaning frog

the ripples are dissolving in thin air

the wind carries that breath of loneliness

and the shifty-eyed moon

stands witness to this atrocity

 

Rain falls on that lonely blade and

there stands nothing between her and night

a long whisper,

and a short sigh.

 

Time is a healer – a paradox

 

Our body is

withered

cracked

and the wind has bored holes into it

we are chipped and corroded

at places

standing here as the witnesses to the pain

buried here in time for eons

it slowly and surely

scrapes away bits and pieces from us

and lose it to the salivating time

filling its belly forever

it never stops the taking

we are here to be scraped

and scoured

until it reaches the bottom

the finale,

the abyss,

there is no more bit

or piece of scrap

left to be devoured

and we are empty again

to be filled by the wounds

time has to offer.

Time is a healer-a paradox.

 

Dead Tilapia

 

My heartline

the jagged line which runs from my mouth

to the chest

the throbbing line of symmetry

the perpetual truth

the crest and the trough of which holds

the brevity of my truth

or the absence of it

presence of it marks the survival

the truth deeply tucked in its crevices

and it’s all bared out in the open

like the pages of the tattered book

frayed at the ends

bursting out at the seams

stripped open

for the world to see

a little change in the symmetry of the rhythm

catching the fleeting glance

from the corner of my eye

my heartline,

the cartography of my emotions

my truth,

till it turns into a straight line

life lying flat on its face

like an open eye of a dead tilapia

losing the jagged peaks to merciless time

voiding the existence of

the truth, I solemnly hold.

 

 

Bio: Megha Sood
Poetry Break: Megha Sood Two Drops of Ink Marilyn L Davis

Megha lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, Free Verse Revolution, Whisper and the Roar, Poets Corner and contributing editor at Ariel Chart.

Her works have been featured in 521 Magazine #Sideshow, Oddball, Pangolin review, Fourth and Sycamore,KOAN ( Paragon press),Modern Literature, Visual Verse, Vita Brevis, Modern poetry, Spill words Press, Indian periodicals, Literary heist, Little Rose Magazine, The Quiet Corner, Writer’s Cafe Magazine, and coming up in Dime Show review,Piker Press, The Stray branch and many more. 

Her poetry has recently been published in the anthology “We will not be silenced” by Indie Blu(e) Publishing and upcoming in three other anthologies by US, Australian, and Canadian Press.

She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. She blogs at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/

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6 comments

  1. Dear Megha Sood,
    I am the sad poet from the sad land but now I find another sad poet with deep poetic touching. I read your poems deeply and very slowly, you catch the poetic moments. I enjoyed and felt the bulk of feelings beside your words. You reach the poetic springs easy, you are very expert and your glory transfigures highly in these lines (How long is the gaze of a widow by the window sill / blackening her elbows / in the crisscrossed narrow streets/of bent time?). I liked what you wrote deeply. Thanks. Anwer Ghani.

    • Dear Anwar Ghani,

      Thanks for your kind words and I’m really humbled by them.You have read my poems by heart and it clearly shows in your comments.To me, Pain is an integral part of the human growth . It gives you that deep sense to introspection in your life which helps in your gaining wisdom in your life.

      Thanks again for reading them so intently.

      Megha Sood

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