
During the nights of summer, I found a bowl of romance, lust in your sinking eyes. So much I read from it. I collected all my wisdom to read your bizarre words. I disclosed a few readings, read your dying cold murmurings like the lost dandelions in a silent winter night. You are a gargantuan lyric of unsaid phrase. So much to draw from you, so much to read from you. You are the Art of survival.
In the occurrence of solitude, first, this sunshine broke, telling your unfathomable lost emotions. I heard you still survived with a potion and lotion of memories. The concoction of sweet lips and the nectar is always as chilling as the moist air.
We regenerate from each another, sucking sagacious chants, drawing a pool of concave oblivion laughter. Oh, the touches of laughter you had with the dawn and rains in your lap. I knew you were healing steadily, like the owl lost in its precarious world.
You are as liquid as wax, undefined and countless ways of colours you produce each day. Beatific laurels of splashes of lanterns reside in your auburn smiles. I know, you are a masterpiece.
©My valiant Soul
And you are the miracle valiant !
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So sweet of you.
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A beautiful, thought provoking post. 😃❤
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Thankyou.
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You’re welcome 😃
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You are a gargantuan lyric of unsaid phrase… “she” will bounce back, surely your words are more than enough reason to believe in one self again… a masterpiece. You’re indeed a valiant soul, spreading so much courage, hope and determination.
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You must have seen me dear.
I have written the darkest of tales and for that I might not be exactly the valiant.
But thankyou for your lovely comment it is surely precious to me.😊
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You’re most welcomed dear! and to me you are. 🙂
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masterpieces are conceived,
cocooned and born
in the healing
your Poetic Art
a living, breathing entity,
persevering and evolving
through bouts of doubts
and brokenness
your blog
a gallery where
your masterpieces
shine
and you are
the creator and curator
As always, I love where your unique blend of imagery, figurative language and style take me. Great poetic prose, Devika!
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I am happy to read your amazing lines as they always are brilliant.
Your gesture about my work is really worth appreciating, Alex!
You are a brilliant writer.
Glad to share my work with you.
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My pleasure, Devika. Hope you are having a good weekend!
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Beautiful (Formerly known as Adnama in Wonderland)
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Welcome back
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Thank you.
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Fantastic..always enjoy your words..same the way expressed your feelings and comparision with masterpiece is really amazing..by the way..is that you in dp?? Are you bengali
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Thankyou so much for your words. They always motivate me and no I am not bengali.
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Sorry for that..seeing bindi I thought you are bengali
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It’s completely fine.
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👍👌
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And yes the pic of yours is beautiful…
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Thankyou.
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Welcome
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Sort of how I felt after the first time I read Emily Dickinson, except the only way I knew how to express it was to read more Emily Dickinson.
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And you are a masterpiece too 🙂
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And so are you.😊😊
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That’s quite modest of you 🙂
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Lovely! You are amazing!!!
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Sincerely beautiful and heart touching ☺
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😊😊
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“You are the art of survival.”
I found this line so powerful. Thank you for sharing this.
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That means so much!
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