TWINED AND INTERTWINED

In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.
—John Muir

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Twined and intertwined
broken and branched
Complex and divine
Pure as a bliss
a walk through those trails in time

The serenity’s which encapsulates you
the deafening silence which rejuvenates you
with each turn twist and bump reveals
that beauty
so sublime

Those streams and the creeks
which runs through it
those veins
which infuse love and beauty in it.
The trees which line up the mountains
curves and accentuates your beauty
So divine

It’s complicated
surreal and yet so simple
It hides the beauty
in its plain sight

A truth untold
thorough those gossamer shrubs
In the thinnest of its web
The trail I took,
To find the truth
hidden deep inside.

Picture credit: Megha Sood

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MY VICTORY SONG

In reposnse to the weekly theme “Motivation”, I would like to share my award-winning poem with you all. It bagged the 1st place at NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Expressive Arts 2018 Mental Health Poetry Contest. Please share your feedback in the comments section.

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My heart parts its lips
utter something
pure and divine
like the moon in its reverie
you ask “What’s my song”
I laugh and smile
with beauty imbued with
the fluttering of the
butterfly wings
so sublime;

My heart though brimming
with pain and anxiety
but ready for its encore every time.
My love is boundless
like a star-spangled sky
covering every iota of my soul;
gives me the sustenance
clears out the wool and webbing
from my disordered thinking
and makes me feel alive
once more.

I adorn the scars
as victory marks and
leaves the bloody trails
as maps, who follow;

Pushed and shoved aside
for reasons unknown
I thrash like a juggernaut
crashing and crumbling
the voices which pull me down
I simply ignore.

Waving my victory flag
so fervently
and singing my song
under my bated breath;

Here I come to
conquer the
uncharted waters of
my life
with a roar.

–Megha Sood

Photo by Robert Baker on Unsplash

 

TEARS

“There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.”

― Kahlil Gibran

You fall incessantly 

from my eyes

covering my face 

and 

drawing a veil on 

my emotions

my secret keeper

my promise bearer


You roll down my cheeks 

as a reminder of the

promise unkept

as a reminder 

of my heart 

broken

and the shards piercing

and all the bridges 

I have been trying 

to keep in place

you roll down gleefully

as 

wishes and dreams 

are burnt alive

 
I can't cup or hold you

you are just bits of salty water 

you know

a reminder of my heart

as it fails to contain the 

insatiable joy inside

the welling up of eyes

when I can't hide 

the love inside

I hide you behind 

all the curtains of the 

curved lip and cursed heart

when I don't want you to

see that 

I'm being burnt alive

 
I'm your creator

you are born

out of me 

you every iota of existence

is compensated

by the blood running 

through my veins

I create you

but you still manage

to defy me.

My tears, defy me.