Dichotomy

Dichotomy

 

            Days of uncertainty ruffling its feathers

till it gets the last drop

of water squeezed out of it.

 

The feeling of nothingness which exists

between the certainty of a heartbeat and

the uncertainty of the last breath

the dichotomy of the truth still exists in various shades

 

Truth is pliable these days

they smirk

as it gets distorted around the contours of their lips

part real and part fiction

 

loss of time is neatly tucked in the center of my palm

which are folded in prayer

/a colorless offering /

time slipping through the cracks of a folded palms

Can you feel the dripping?

 

A moment sublime can be turned into a treacherous lie

eyes gaze from the emptiness to nothing

while getting blinded by a white-faced lie

it blinds us and still gives us pleasure

 

Oh! the juxtaposition of emotion still plays peek a boo

as the passing time gently mollify my pain and

mocks at the triteness of the moment

where everything exists at the edge

from here to nothing.

 

I still count the days on my fingers

hoping to hold the infinity in my palms.

My days of solitude elongates

from here to nothing.

 

 

Megha Sood

 

Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is also a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, FVR Publishing, Whisper and the Roar and Poets Corner.
Her works have been featured in GoDogGoCafe, Whisper and the Roar, Duane Poetree, Visual Verse, Vita Brevis, Poets Corner, Modern poetry, Spillwords Press, Indian periodicals, Literary heist, Little Rose Magazine, The Quiet Corner, Writer's Cafe Magazine, and coming up in Modern Literature,KOAN(Paragon Press), Dime Show review and many more. She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. She blogs at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/.