Inside Ghosts

Scratch my wounds

In avarice for further scratch

Burst the love seeds, only to discover

Another white layer of ghosts

The area of demure light-house 

swallowing the intransigent reflection 

on the seashore, killing molluscs

Spraying dark colour on golden fish

Peeling the outer space

Like a cold Potato.

Burn my ashes in my mouth

Discovered the inside ghost?

So carry that pointy dagger on my inept

Backbone, spill the blood

Spill on the modish pink cheeks

Turn me inside out

Do you now see? The inside ghost.

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my valiant soul

A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

46 thoughts on “Inside Ghosts”

  1. The visual images you create in this poem are quite strong. They are particularly striking because they do not all neatly fit together, but create a variation in imagery that require each one to be read through carefully and reflected upon. Potato.

    The strongest image is “Burn my ashes in my mouth” because it engages 2 out of our 5 senses. Strong visual. And there is not a reader who will read this who will not imagine the not so pleasant “taste” of ash upon their tongue.

    You, thus, connect twice with your reader with this line….so it brings a special emphasis to it and will most likely be the image people most vividly remember sometime after reading poem.

    You navigate and guide the reader to show them or ask can they see the ghost? You stop just short of revealing…out side the light house door?…leaving the reader to wonder, speculate, but not fully understand the ghost. It leaves them guessing. Wanting to know.

    It’s a strong piece.

    I’ll send you some separate private comments on poetry analysis.


    I write like an editor, because I used to be an editor.

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    1. Oh great!You have given a detailed anaylsis of my work which is truly flattering.I somehow adore the word game as you said I want to keep it upto the readers to unravel the mysetry it holds.
      I am more than pleased to know you loved my word imagery and could resonate with it in true sense, Forrest!

      This is overwhelming to have a beautiful feedback from a great editor I must.

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  2. You are intensely creative in the fact that what you’ve described with the picture its raw and incredibly writing poetic work.

    Your imagery of wordage is dark and I love that about writers. You are talented as hell and I’m really glad we are following each other’s work. Brilliant poetry as always. 🙂

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  3. Beautifully written. Fabulous choice of words. The words painted a picture but the very next moment sprayed it again with some contradictions. The dark goldfish was beautiful and haunting at the same time. I suppose the inner ghosts don’t let us sit idle, there is an urge to peel off the surface to find what is inside, but the more we dig the more overly sprayed paintings we find inside.
    Glad that I found this post.
    Mesmerizing and haunting 🙂

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    1. Yes, exactly! You have captured the essence of dark imagery very well.
      It’s about inside as well as outside ghost, whatsoever.
      I’m flattered to know how beautiful your feedback is.
      Thankyou for paying a read!

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  4. I read your work and I’m taken to that darkness where you were, beside you. Your mastery of the written word is intensely attractive!

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  5. Oh, gosh. I can’t believe I missed more than a few. This is a mysterious look inside the mind of you, dear, poet, and perhaps a reflection of ourselves in the process. Ghosts in the mind can, indeed, hide beneath the layers of wounds and within the seeds of love. On the surface, we are simple people but underneath, within the cells buried beneath the folds of skin, within the caverns of the heart and soul, and in those echoes bouncing around the halls of the mind, those ghosts linger and haunt. I love where your poetry takes me and find myself ingesting every word and every line until I can ingest no more.

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    1. I thought I might spook you out.
      But good to know you liked what I did here.
      Dark has always been my love.
      There is so much beyond the white skins that is you unveil it, you see layers of dust and what not.
      You got the picture perfectly as always!
      That’s because you are a genius!

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      1. Oh, you could never spook me out, Devika. Your words are so full of wonder and amazement. I always try to read you closely and I love the way you write and the things you write about. Falling in love with your words is so easy to do.

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  6. Hmmm. This shall be my starting point. Hmmm. I’ll be reading your blog from this point onwards. I just read what happened to your last webblog. So many poems man! But they’re all nice. Lately I’ve been cherry picking a bunch of Indian poetry blogs, and dissecting each one of them. Your poems have a sense of dark sensuality, Lana Del Rayish vibes off them. I’m sure that I’ll be learning a new art form here. So 2018 shall get devoted to the new budding inside of me. Keep sharing. Keep writing. You seem to be a good puppeteer of words, I feel! But let’s see. Cheers!

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