
A box of hidden muse resides in my heart. I try to hear the amorphous murmur the times I am cold in my warm blanket. The smoke and ashes brew a pool of blurry images, my past tales that plunge deep into my veins, unable I am to move. Numb my thighs remain, numb my eyes remain.
My room walls have gone pale, shooting bullets in my mouth, it hurts.
The conundrum scissors mock my caricature, forming turbulence on my ceilings, in my ceilings. Nothing erupts out but the insipid cold droplets of heartaches, drop by drop it falls on my fingernails, burning like ice, cold as ice, that is how numb I float in the horizon of duplex walls.
Like my chin resting on that eccentric needle, swords fighting producing my legs and arms, now they remain silent and here is the time, when the incumbent work is at a halt.
So I wither and wither.
Do I ever know that feeling…
Have a nice evening Devika.
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I wish you may not.
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Epic !
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Yiee! Glad you liked it dear friend.
Much love.☺
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😊🙂
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That’s awesome. After reading this I watched on YouTube, let it go let it go, cold never bother me anymore.
☺️☺️☺️. Do want a link to this?
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Oh that song from Frozen?
I like that too.
Thank You for your kind consideration though.
It’s fiction.
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so nice…………
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Thank You!
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Wonderfully presented… the graphic detailing of your words… ❤
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Thank You Mani!
Love to hear from you.☺
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Always a pleasure reading your blog… 🙂
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May be a little beyond my full comprehension, but reads very good
Good work Devika
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Oh, it means a lot! Thank You.
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You are welcome
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Nice..
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Well written!
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Thank you for paying a read.
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Always my valiant soul!!
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Burning cold, chin resting on needle …leaves me close to the feeling of the burning yearning of a relentless seeker …you sure transport me in a parallel world with your words.
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Hi dear!
Thank You, for reading my work with patience. It gives me pleasure to know how beautifully you pay read to my writings.:)
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All my pleasure! 🙂
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🙂
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I felt sad after reading this, there is a melancholic beauty to your words.
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Sometimes even sad is beautiful.:)
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Epically and triumphantly well pen. 🙂
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Glad you liked it.
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Indeed very much. Your work always continues to give us the readers something to taste and enjoy your creative poetry. 🙂
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I love that third paragraph. The description is vivid and stark. I also love how you are able to create restlessness within the reader. Nicely done, MVS!
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I am glad that you get my deep imagery. I am not sure how does it sound in open but grateful I am as you know the truth behind it.
Much thanks to you!
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It’s a pleasure to read your work, MVS, and your work always stirs the analytical juices within. You know I love your writing and you are always welcome to my thoughts 🙂
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This made my day.
You always read my work diligently and that makes me happy. Thank You.
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I love your writing, MVS and I’ve come to admire the poet, too 🙂 You are welcome!
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I am really thrilled to know that.
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And I am happy to share that with you 🙂
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Beautiful 😍
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This is beyond perfection
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Thank you dear!:)
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When it’s time to go may we not be left with any music left unsung… I loved the way you played with our imaginations here, I’m impressed! Well done Valiant!
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So well said. May I know the reasons for your long absence sweet friend?
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Thanks for asking dear, I was taking care of a very dear one… eventually lost her. Here again, … trying to forget and heal…
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Aww.
You are really a sweet person and I am sorry to hear your loss.
Hugs to you dear!
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Thank you so much dear! and you’re sweet person too… grateful for the hugs! xo 🙂
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Dark. Yet Well written.
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Amazing!!!!!
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😊
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Burning ice ,as cold as ice..does ice burn???
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Poetry has many facets, there is so much variety and meanings that we play with.
Here in the first phrase I used it to show the depth of negative word imagery for ice does not burn and if it does it goes in opposition to the law of nature.
Hope you get it now!
It’s Devika this side.
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Devika. You are making me feel depth of your poetry..now I want to ask explanation to everything..because I read many peoples poetry..but yours is little difficult to understand sometimes..I sometimes feel that I am not matured writer whenever I read your poetry. I have to learn a lot..I always say this to you right
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My inspiration is Pablo Neruda. If you ever read his work you may understand my writing style perhaps.
Every writer is versatile in his own way and unique sense of imagination.
Perhaps you like mine or even if you don’t you are always welcome to savour my words accordingly.
And yes, I know what you mean about my work…it needs digging and a mindset with dark doors often.
You yourself are a unique writer!
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Everyone is unique,I know it..but sometimes even though I get deep imagination and deep feelings.my vocabulary is not sufficient to express my feelings..I like all writers styles..and the uniqueness of your poetry is ,you play with words..but they have depth and you write in very peculiar way..sometimes they mean something at surface level but it has lot of meaning when you think. But sometimes I am unable to understand sometimes..like in previous poetry in one line you expressed about TORTOISE EYE..remember??? I didn’t understand that line
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My imagination is much more than my words.
Melancholic lines and sullen expressions could be found in my poetry and yes I remember that phrase.
That is my way of playing with word imagery.
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yes often dark but not always, I havent read Neruda but your portrayal of the dark is ever so beautiful that one forgets its the morbid being described.
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Honoured deeply!
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Sorry for butting in, but as someone who spends much time around ice, I can tell you, it does burn when it touches the skin long enough, heating the flesh like a flame. The use of it here in your beautiful imagery it perfect for the ice forming inside can burn the heart as well. I came to make sure I had read and commented and I see I already have but I was moved to comment on this point. Please forgive my intrusion,
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Thankyou Alex, it means so much when a genius like you tries to throw some light on my work.
Really appreciate your words here.
I hope that clarifies my words further to others as well.
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You are welcome, Devika. I know I’ve told you this, but I love your poetry because it has layers of depth that touch me at my core. I read you like like an explorer scours a tomb of hidden treasure and history, hoping I miss nothing. You are a brilliant poet and I am humbled to be able to read your words.
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You always get me and my lines.
What else do I want.
I am really hoboured to have you here, always!🙏
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Blessed I am in the presence of such beautiful poetry. Humbled am I. Blessings to you!!!
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Redundant hopes,pool of mosquitoes and tortoise eye..what is the inner meaning of this line
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Think deep and dark…you may get my words!
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Ok…just explain this line..please
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Hopes are supposed to be bright and positive but redundant hopes indicate a vibe of sad expression as hopes are heinous too if the same process goes on!
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I understood that..but the words like mosquitoes and tortoise..I didn’t understand these
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Just reverse the actual meaning dear!
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Reverse?? What the reverse of tortoise eye
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Figure it out!
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😢😢😢😢😢….it’s difficult devika…how can we reverse nouns?? Tortoise eye…like cheetahs nose
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I really cannot unveil each of my imagery Kalyan!
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Hmmm..OK then
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The boil of the soul in third paragraph so meticulously described with visual imagery gives chills while feeling your work .
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I love the depth of this poem, I had to think about it for a minute. Which is a great thing, to have the talent to make people think about what you are saying. It’s powerful, your words are powerful and beautiful.
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You are sweet enough to say so.
Really honoured to hear your words.
Thankyou!
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If I may comment on the gentleman’s reflection on your style.
There are many ways to communicate through words and emotional nuance. Sometimes the direct path is most effective. Sometimes it is leading someone down a path of discovery. In such cases the more the reader has invested in the process of discovery the stronger is their feeling of connection when they reach the final destination.
Have a nice day fire diamond.
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That is true, the more we read, the more we know the poet and his work.
I appreciate you dropping by and giving your feedback on our conversation.
Hope people get this, Forrest!
Have a nice day!
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The graphics that automatically appear in the screen of my mind everytime you write something is beyond a delight…but I sincerely hope that you are feeling better😘
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Yes I am very much fine dear!
I am just glad you enjoyed my work.
Much love.😊
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..my past tale… Deep one
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Sorry to hear that.
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