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.
©MVS
I love how you related everything you wrote about to time 💛
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Thank you.
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Fluent and descriptive
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Thanks!
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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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You got it brilliantly.
I am thankful to you for such a deep analysis of my work
I appreciate your reads and comment.
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Thank you..sorry for writing long paragraph..actually I even wrote it long for your past two poems..sorry if it irritates you
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I cannot reply to each of it.
But I have read it and am equally gracious.
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I understood..it’s difficult to reply for each one of them.But if it’s making you uncomfortable.Please let me know
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I just keep short conversations. Let’s just say that.
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Okay…..
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Though I cannot reply to you the same way.
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Sure.
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‘Oh, time…you are a Devil perhaps.’
Beautiful writing. As always.
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Means so much to me.
Really thankful!
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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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Thank you.
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Welcome! Lol. No need to reply! A like would suffice. Ha Ha Ha. I have a habit of putting in my thoughts whenever something crosses my mind. Lol.
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Ohhh, this is so heavy..💔 just like time indeed.
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It is indeed.
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Simply beautiful. Thanks for writing this
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I am glad you loved it.
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This is incredible, you’re incredible.
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Oh, K!
Ain’t you the sweetest.
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Anytime! I love reading your work ❤
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😊
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Wow. This is brilliant, Devika.
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Thank you Angie.
Hope you won’t mind me calling you that.❤️
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My pleasure, and not at all! It’s what friends call me. 💜
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Yiee.❤️
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Very nice!
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Many thanks.
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Your welcome
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Wow! This is so well written, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.
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Thank you dear Stella.
I am thrilled to know it made you glued on .
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Amazing, love!
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❤️❤️
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VIVID imagery evoked different emotions from me with each paragraph, that is what poetry is supposed to do..dig deep inside the reader and affect them. If only for a moment, I feel changed.
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Exactly that is what Poetry should do.
Thank you for your words!
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Thanks.
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Same to you Srijan.
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you’re not doing the award?
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I afraid I am not.
It’s nice you want to spread positivity but that won’t help anything though I appreciate your motive.
Don’t mind please.
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Cool
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beautifully penned, sometimes I feel you will excel in prose fiction too.
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So I haven’t yet?
Well then I will indeed!
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You already did? I meant something like a short story
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Don’t get too attached to the people you know just by reading what they post. It’s just the tip. See you.
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I am not.
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I hope not
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Thanks for the concern.
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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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I am greatful!
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As am I. 🙂 ❤
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