Ostracized
First Published in Ariel Chart (Jan 2020)
This moment—
this surreal blip in time
this inauspicious hiccup,
an undulation in the cosmic wave
this very moment
weaves a purgatory where my soul resides
It dangles between
the love and the hapless state of being forgotten
like the anxious child in a maze
or the one left on the
steps of the dilapidated church
I am easy to be forgotten
you look for the faded memories in the
obsidian lines of your palm
but you are ready to scratch me
out of the cobwebs of your
pitiful desires.
My love is a mouthful of scorn to you.
untouchable,
Scarred and ostracized by your love
I live like a cobweb
a purgatory of life.
This life weaves a thousand
memories in your soft yarn
neatly picking out mine like a fluff
lodged in your belly button
I exist and sometimes I disappear
born out-of-wedlock.
A moment meant to be forgotten
A memory meant to disappear.
The Uprising
The lost rhetoric in those verses
when the words drop their veils
and the meaning is shaved off from
each side of the numbing silence
those resonating words have
been loitering around without a cause
orphaned
in their own existence
and lost without a doubt
you try to drape them and
give meaning to them
through your false pretense and
your ambiguities
but the valiant truth will stand tall
stare in your face
with its unfrazzled glow
shimmering and shining
like a thousand summer sun
till your skin is turned yellow
your incongruence aberrant thoughts
your ambivalence,
will die a painful death
a life full of duality
your facade will be
pulverized and shattered
into a million pieces
when the truth will
rise with all its nudity.
Self Portrait of an Hourglass
This world that constantly insists on us
pressing it on us firmly
through these constant pings
phone rings, doorbells, noise in the street, strangers
or known faces I chose to ignore at times
This world which is sometimes cruel, forgetful
something asking us more than we can offer
more than the void in our being
Eating from the proffered hands of time
as it carves another breath through the gilded cage of my existence
A life that wants nothing
but just to sit in a constant yet still movement
staring at something till it’s changed its intent
almost completely-
A face till it brings back nothing
a stare that can pass through the sepia-tinged thick walls of my room
I look at my empty hands devoid of lines carrying
the fleeting sense of the future it holds in its barren womb
When has ever the mindless stare at the void
has brought any meaningful reason for our existence?
And yet here I’m,
Looking at the gentle sliding of the sand from one glass to another,
stripping its own existence by every slipping grain of sand
That slips gently from one molded hourglass to another
Till its birth another freckle of time.
Megha Sood is an Award-winning Asian American Poet, Editor, and Literary Activist from New Jersey, USA. She is a Literary Partner with “Life in Quarantine”, at Stanford University. Member of National League of American Pen Women (NLAPW), Women’s National Book Association, and United Nations Association-US Chapter. She is an Associate Editor for the literary journals Mookychick(UK) and Brownstone Poets (USA). Author of Chapbook ( “My Body is Not an Apology”, Finishing Line Press, 2021) and Full Length (“My Body Lives Like a Threat”, FlowerSongPress,2022). Co-Edited anthologies ( “The Medusa Project”, Mookychick, UK) and (“The Kali Project, Indie Blu(e) Press, USA). Her co-edited anthology “The Medusa Project” has been selected as a digital payload to be sent to the moon in 2024 as part of the historical LunarCodex Project in collaboration with NASA/SpaceX. Find her at https://linktr.ee/meghasood
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