Here the night speaks our language

November 24, 2019

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Here the night speaks our language 


The calmness and smoothness of the night

as it drips from the serrated ends of the palm leaves

drenched in the milky moonlight


Here, the silence has its semantic--

its own lexicon of solitude and soliloquy

here the words need no shape

as they morph and mold


and seeps slowly into the deep

wedges of our loneliness

carved out of our discordant bodies

here the filigree ends of the night

as soft as the lips of a seraph


cuts the darkness into half

whose one half is hidden in my soul

and the other half is glistening in your eyes.


Here the night speaks our language

your words and mine

calligraphy of passion,

etched in our soul

a story etched in time,

so sublime.



~ Megha Sood






Megha Sood is a contributing editor at GoDogGO Cafe, Free Verse Revolution, Heretics, Lovers and Madmen, Sudden Denouement, Whisper and the Roar and poetry editor at Ariel Chart. Publications include Better than Starbucks, FIVE:2:ONE, Mojave Heart Review, Adelaide, Foliate Oak. Visitant Lit, Quail Bell, Dime show review, etc. and works featured/upcoming in 20 other anthologies by the US, Australian, and Canadian Press. Two-time state-level winner of the NAMI NJ Poetry Contest 2018/2019.National level poetry finalist in Poetry Matters Prize 2019. She blogs at and tweets at @meghasood16




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