Still to be Brave

If you may ask-
How do you seem to be brave all through the charms of winter?

Even when the cupcakes of Yule sits on my tongue, poking the frost on my breasts

Hear this evaporating silence, the language of concrete sand melting into this segment.

The eavesdropping of sanguine moon, pulling my hair up

to listen to my talks as my cigarette drops the ashes on the surface of your face

i melt into the rim of the broken glass that you dropped

you heard my heartbreak and my pillow talks

and the winter is dying now

i sit here in the Onion layered chair, screaming the cling

that pathetic cling,

swing, swing, swing


ยฎMVS

36 thoughts on “Still to be Brave

  1. Perfect Christmas gift but sad theme still a beautiful one.poking the frost on my breast..marvellous line…I think you have told the frost on breast because May be the broken heart is behind it.and next line starting from ” eaves dropping…..to….surface of face” you told a small story..I liked it a lot. And next line reflects the pain..the way you imagine is absolutely amazing..you didn’t told that my heart like glass it is broken when fell on ground..instead of you told in a completely different manner.You just took the situation of dropping glass and then you said about melting..this is wow.and then you didn’t stopped ,but continued to tell about the sound of glass comparing to the broken heart,and then pillow talks. And last imagery was extraordinary and awsomeeee..onion layered chair..it tells that pain is not on just outer surface it enters deep ,even though you remove one layer again the another layer of pain comes up..that’s what break ups do…Fantastic devika.

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    1. Yes it is indeed a kind of story. I like when people can at least cling to my words or phrases.
      You have unveiled the imagieries impeccably and I thank you for that.
      This was indeed painful as you said.
      Many thanks for your words as always!

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  2. This inspired me to write a fictional piece: The Aftermath of Winter Broken Shards. Your poetry must be saving someone’s life! It would encourage a budding writer like me if an author like you reads my work. Thank you!

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  3. Oh, Devika, I love this deep and resonating poetry of yours. I seem to be here at this moment, just as you pen it. From the title, a comment I make to myself regularly these days, through the opening lines, those charms of winter (sigh, winter has not been charming so this is a perfect oxymoron for me because it has been raw and cold), through the gorgeous, vivid imagery of the moon pulling your hair, the falling ashes (the falling apart) perfectly connected to the broken glass (and the broken heart) to the finality of clinging (how we do cling to what we know, to that lingering bit of love’s memory) as we fall apart. We are brave because we have to be and we will survive. I believe there is hope in giving our pain a name. Gorgeous writing, Devika. I am in awe!!!

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      1. Awww, you are welcome, Devika. I wanted to yesterday but Christmas Day here was sooo busy. I love your words and spending time on your blog is always a treat. You have the most beautiful pen and your words always bring this rawness out of me. You are welcome!

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