Buried – A Poem by Megha Sood


Submitted by Megha Sood

As I trample the earth under my feet
casually walking in the misty garden
soaked and drenched in the smell of the recent rains
that smell of petrichor
unburies the consciousness of the earth
the memories come rolling by
of that warm summer evening
air is heavy and laced with those forgotten days
and I can feel the taste
on the tip of my tongue
balancing it precariously
A jewel not to be lost or forgotten
memories do have a flavorful taste
a taste to rekindle
to revisit,
as it sits at the back of your throat
that metallic taste of sadness
that peachy taste of longing
my tearing eyes fill the emptiness
left by them
as I walk
alone in my garden
gently trampling
the earth under my feet
unearthing the consciousness and more.

About the Poet

Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. 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 and in many other publications. She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. You can find her blog here.

Painting: Monet’s Garden in Argenteuil Sun – Claude Monet