2 Poems by Megha Sood
The Sky is like me I too have been standing long tight-lipped like the horizon bleeding into the bosom of the crimson skies many moons have died in the lap of this ocean the sky is like me endless and lonely, lapping the pain of these unshed tears in those pluvial clouds, I have been duped endless times by the promises of these cumulus clouds hiding the broken promise of cleansing rains, but floating along with the winds /these unscrupulous zephyrs/ my silence is neatly tucke