“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath The elongated nights and their shapeless arrival tiptoeing of these broken dreams along the shattered corners of my heart my goblin shaped nightmares hiding around the corners and monsters in the corridors wailing and calling myContinue reading Foreign-Megha Sood
Disciple of love – Candice Daquin
When I met you, I had no tears When you left me, I had too many They didn’t stop Though all the experts On saline tear production Proclaimed they would Miss Daquin do not fear, they said You will simply dry up, just wait For a hot flash Or a cold night I told themContinue reading Disciple of love – Candice Daquin
How to be a woman? — Megha Sood
There are rules to be followed guidelines to be remembered to be followed to the tee before I can call my self a woman a lady like appearance and that ever-present grin on my face smiling from ear to ear just to please you and ease you into the life as you please I should bowContinue reading How to be a woman? — Megha Sood
And how the body heals-Megha Sood
And how the body teaches itself to heal to get up shed off the scars the sullen time has left behind rub off all the cobwebs of the stale vapid moments nesting in you for time forever taking shelter in your mind feasting on your memories like maggots and sucking off the light that was once so divine Continue reading And how the body heals-Megha Sood
I knew my lesson-Megha Sood
I knew my lesson when your touch left the scar again and again on my suppurating skin and you remain unscathed and free I knew my lesson when crying under the covers and keeping those lips pursed made no difference to your ignorant smirk and your bouts of glee I knew my lesson when I tried to pleaseContinue reading I knew my lesson-Megha Sood
Healing-Megha Sood
My bloated thoughts in my withered body swimming through the turbid emotions unperturbed unmoved un-oscillating dead and stale lying motionless in the stench of the old memories I sit and sip time my haggard face and the crestfallen soul carries those inundated tales of pain through the thin stale air in the room carrying the silvery dustContinue reading Healing-Megha Sood
Ways of surviving
I want to offer my body petals of seduction, curved and surviving into the madhouse of sickness to the surviving lotus. I may not scream as icicles of tears, with hallow bites of you clinging my wrist, Engines of ruffled sleeps, constant pain and pool of madness, I want to offer my naked eye hangingContinue reading Ways of surviving
