A new Place


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I have travelled the soils of Africa and beyond the sustenance of crisp air,
Like an empty bowl of the eclipse, succumb trees, galvanized moisture,
My eyes speak unspoken words, unruly truth, my naked eye is poisonous often.
Amenable spikes of charcoal reside here, I wander and wander.
To a place, I visited once, I saw liquor and sad eyes, that was my home.

I see here residue of hopes and an unknown particle, effete smells of unknown skin, What is this place, I have come to?

My palpable arms hurt the Meraki created by the previous storms, yet I see hideous smiles. Above the lustrous Earth and below the clandestine sky, I stand like the virgin flower, dead or alive, insouciant caricature.

©My Valiant Soul


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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.

30 thoughts on “A new Place”

  1. The layers within your beautiful poetic prose are of such depth, that it takes many journeys, in different directions, to really understand what emanates from that beautiful heart and soul of yours. I see Africa here as both the physical continent as well as a lover, perhaps. The journey you take could be one you make as a traveler, or, it may be a journey through the eyes and soul, in which you witness so much change. What was once a place (or love) created by those beautiful storms, has become devoid of spirit. The images of liquor and sad eyes could refer to the state of a place, torn by storms and war or it could be that of a person whose love was once profound and who now is but a haunted shell of who they once were, the bottle and sad eyes a reflection of who they have become.

    This haunting is then followed by the unknown, a sense of hope born from something different, unknown yet present. maybe a new place is that new person, whose unfamiliar skin and essence, that particle, will be the seed from which hope will give birth to something new.

    Hurt still abounds and the eyes are still affected by the poison they have witnessed but there is something wonderful in becoming a virgin flower, even if it is caught between a clandestine sky and lustrous Earth, remaining indifferent yet hopeful. What a beautiful juxtaposition of images.

    I love all the adjectives you employ to create a haunting atmosphere: empty, eclipse, succumb, galvanized, unruly truth, poisonous and charcoal. I also love the images your words conjure and, as always, the way you turn prose into amazing poetry.

    You are a veritable and formidable poet, Devika, with such a tremendously unique way of twisting images in the more profound and creative way, and it is a pleasure to be able to spend time with your words. I Love, love, love this!!!!!!

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    1. I can not have the best critic than you here, Alex!
      I was amazed to look your such a heartwarming review that is lengthy and beautiful. Yor word count is more than my poetry and if you write such thrilling review that clearly shows how much you love it and that my friend I respect from the bottom of my heart. I really appreciate your time for typing all this. That means so much to me.

      In the starting of my poetry, I was not sure as to what I want to say, my keypad just clicked and words spilled out, but this is stunning that you captured my unknown previous emotion also. There are times when the poet itself does not know what to say but still he wants to say something..something that can soothe him. And then you with your brilliant insights always capture that!

      I am honoured to know you liked the adjectives that I used. I was not thinking much but Ia m happy to know they made some sense to a genius writer itself.

      Once again, I am thankful to you, Alex!
      You are the best!

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      1. Awww, Devika, you humble me with your beautiful words. You have a deep arsenal of words in your poetry, words that you use regularly and they have become synonymous with the poet herself. I simply read each of your words in context with the images you evoke and together attempt to explain what I see in them. I appreciate all good poetry, no matter how complex and simple, but poetry that lures me in with the promise of vibrant tones, colourful language, thought provoking ideas and profound thoughts, stirs something deep inside of me that makes my soul smile. Your poetry does that and I could literally spend hours reading and analysing the breadth and depth of your words. That your poetry flows from you, like water over a falls, without provocation or appearance of meaning, tells me that poetry lives inside of you and that it’s something amazing.
        I am a huge fan of your work. I love your poetry and I admire the poet herself.
        You are always welcome to my humble thoughts and thank you for giving me space to share them. I am truly in the the presence of a great poet and that is thanks enough for me 🙂

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  2. So, Devika it is. Well I guess , the word Africa was sufficient to create a daunting atmosphere. This poetry serves a better representation of Africa then most human minds perceive. Beautifully dark and twisted. But so is the truth isn’t it ?

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    1. I won’t say Africa itself indicates a soliloquy vibe. It depens on the figure of speech and metaphor used.
      I am sure Africa is much more than that, but I thought of a specific point which is point blank perhaps!
      It is dark and twisted, I agree!

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