I sit
Here crying as I write

How could
My life have gone
So wrong

I really
Don’t know how to
Fix it

Unlike my
Mother I can’t cut my losses
And run

I can
Not fix it all by

I’m the
One who has to shoulder the

Forced to
Meet my wife’s every

Even though
She refuses to meet
My needs

Small wonder
That it took going onto
The internet

To find
A measure of comfort
Yet if

My wife
Knew she would take that

From me
As well – as she has in
The past

Wrath (Ira)

I love the concept of femininity always have and always will.

Yet I’d rather end my life by my own hand at the age of 60.

Just over a year away.

Then to spend my twilight years with a woman who is at war with me.

Megha's World

This sixth poem is a part of the anthology of poems based on the Seven deadly sins.Do read the previous ones too, if you haven’t yet.
Wrath(Ira) – uncontrollable feelings of anger and hate towards another person.

“For this alone on Death, I wreak
The wrath that garners in my heart:
He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.”
― Alfred Tennyson


Burning and raging fire
the feeling of anger and the hatred
you are devouring everyone around you
raising hell with your inferno
those flames cannot be
doused by the wrath
you are carrying within
pushing yourself to the limit
pushing the self-destruct from within
trying all the threads of your patience
you are deaf to your inner voice
you are muted by words of hatred
screaming in a fit of rage
it stirs you and leaves you
with repentance
Wrath, the mortal sin

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Sloth( Acedia)

My wife insisted that she go to work even though I wanted her to take care of our home.

So we built a two earner lifestyle.

In 2007 she survived a brain aneurysm.

In 2008 she was laid off and she was devastated.

She lay on a couch for a year watching tv.

I insisted she go to school and she earned a diploma.

She then Found a job that didn’t work out.

Again she was devastated.

Back on the couch she went watching tv.

I insisted she find another job or apply for S.S. disibility.

She was denied.

After losing a third of our income guess who got stuck holding an empty bag?

That’s right me.

So I struggle to soar every single day with a dead weight tied to my legs.

That’s just one of the many reasons I hate feminism with a passion.

Why poems liked this one offend me so deeply.

Megha's World

This fifth poem is a part of the anthology of poems based on the Seven deadly sins. Do read the previous ones too, if you haven’t yet.

Sloth(Acedia) – excessive laziness or the failure to act and utilize one’s talents.

Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.
– Ovid

SlothA cessation of motion
an inability to work
you are indifferent
to emotions
trapped in a
cold stone heart
comfortably numb from inside
filled with apathy
reeking of sluggishness
running away from your
duties and obligations
as far you can
turning a blind eye
to every
despicable act
makes you somewhat
less than a man.

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Diamonds in the Sky


The Forever Diamond

They say
Diamonds are forever
A girls

Best friend
But the diamond I will
Give to you

Won’t be
Worn upon your finger
Just above

The luscious
Valley lying between your
Lovely bubbles

For it will
Will be enshrined within
Your heart

The Light
Of my love reflected by
Your Smile

The Light
Dancing within your
Dark eyes

It will
Shine forever passed

Our union of becoming one

The hearts
Of our children and their

For generations
Long after we have gone

Have become
Just a memory – a story told
At bedtime

A Tangle of Weeds

Let the passion blow,
let the molten lava flow,
till your heart beats like a galloping horse,
till your body crumbles into volcanic ashes,
I will be there waiting
with water in my crater lake
to carry you and spread you like stars
scattered in an autumn night
and together we shall light up the earth
like a million diamonds in the sky

©Nandita Manan Yata

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Until my
Arms can actually
Hold you

My heart
Will continue to dream
Of you

Even though
You may be just out of reach
Of my arms

My words
Shall continue to enfold you

Into the ear of your broken heart
Till it is mended

Until you
Can soar free sing your
Heart out



We were two lost souls

Drawn to each

Other by the Poems we

Love to write

Mismatched in real life

Yet United

By our shared fantasy

The mental

Orgasms – our spoken

And written

Words gave one another

From my other blog: The Poet’s Flower Garden