I sit here absorbing my own vault tears, sobbing the dirt that was under my blanket. Moist blankets and roses crawl like an uncanny mist all over my face and crack me here on my nostrils, on my thighs that now lie like a drunk teenager amidst the forbidden land, a forest. Earlier this morning, I made myself a cup of coffee thinking how to cope up the last day’s bruises and to survive once again, but darn to my coffee. The taste is still peculiar and hideous.

I sit in the sunshine later to enhance my beautiful body like a golden shimmer and to hide the darkness, back to back I chant Sylvia’s Plath “ you do not do, you do not do” and sync its voice with my unheard screams. I gaze at this perforated Universe, trying to understand the images real and the ones still haunting me. I think of my mother, I think of my sister, I think of my Husband, my eyes still lost between the latent lights and the iniquity of unheard footsteps kicking inside my mind.

I am a quark, motionless and Vintage sulking the gravity of your eyes and iterating its resonance in my mind again and again. Thumping. Striking. I fight and flap as I hear your murmurings dropping like a dirt on my vermilion hair strands. You know how I wanted to kill your sibling, Time. desiccating its thunder and burying the dark blood veins into a pit of abstract mannequins. Oh, time…you are a Devil perhaps.


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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.

54 thoughts on “Time”

  1. As usual it’s unique poem.The starting imagery was beautiful the vault stars and sobbing dirt,it says how big throw-in is when you compared the stars with vault. And “moist blankets crawl like and uncanny mist all over my face and crack Here on nostrils ,this is soo beautiful it says how much person has cried under the blanket and I was amazed by the line ” lying like a drunk teenager in forbidden land” this is awesome.You gave life to the blanket,it’s very innovative. In second paragraph you wrote how the person is trying to cover all the numb by beautiful imagery ” enhance my beautiful body like golden shimmer,and singing of song aloud to suppress the invoice inside you..it really says how cruel and how much deep that person is hurt and how he is not able to divert from that.N third paragraph you used quark,it’s a quantum physics term and when I searched dictionary it also means that some cheesy food item.But here I think ots related to particle and ” sulking the gravity of eye and iterating it’s resonance in mind this is awesome,l..generally when you cry a lot eyes turn heavy and even the mind you linked these two with beautiful lines ..you are brilliant.And the way you compared time as sibling is classic.Who doesn’t want to kill Bad times!!?

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  2. Your writing is really beautiful! A lot to learn. Especially the adverbs and adjectives that you sprinkle in between, so often. But way too cryptic for me, I dunno why (Well, most of the times!) I have just started reading you, and I am still struggling with your stylized verses. I guess, it will take time. Multiple readings but the metaphors and imagery still bounce off my head. Lol. But learning, yes! Very few Indian blogs are like yours -I’ll admit.

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  3. God, your prose is as amazing as your poetry. Is there nothing poetic about you? Hope you don’t mind my constant falling in love with your words. I can’t get enough. 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤

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