For memories does not spark my romance with life
Nor do they slip through the curtains of moisture.
All these years, even when I was a teenager,
I watered the dying roses and Orchids
Flushing a spew of lightning and rock salt
People became a mystery to me, leaving me stained
Behind the sturdy brown doors, a knobless door
And then began a veracious knitting
of words with emotions
I popped millions of pills, smoked cigars
Innumerable open wounds made me ugly, they said so.
Placid openings spewed disgust, Torrents powerful.
So, memories clasp you, twist and give a sudden twitch
They furl and embrace your naked soul,
Immersed in the droplets of blood and ink.
Memories are nothing but floating crisp memories.
©MVS
image courtesy- My Valiant Soul
“memories clasp you, twist and give a sudden twitch”
Each day. Every moment.
Memories are memories, and they hurt. Leave a scar. Your words are my emotions ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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How weird are these memories! They always break you and mend you and then again break you.
Thank you Priya for you truly understand my words always and also you are a darling!❤️
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They break me each day, though they make me smile too.
You are a darling D ❤️
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I finally understand that every writer is somehow twisted, lost… A writer is like broken glass,… No writer is sane. We have somehow been unamended by the sane. And loneliness is a part of every writer/ poet, no matter who we meet or end up with, there will always be an unfilled hollow gap.
Nicely written Devika, I finally begin to understand your writing and I know soon I’ll get to where you are 😊
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I actually disagree with this!
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Disagree with what?
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With the first para! Not w your thing!
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Okay.
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Your opinion is highly respected Srijan.
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So is yours!
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I like the last line as memories always stays with us like forever however it is upto us whether to cherish joyful moments of past or to keep remind them & ruin our present.
Sad emotica but beautiful on words as your poetry always talks.📝👌
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Memories are actually so much that we cannot unwrap it’s hidden beauty or black spots.
Thank you Prashant for always leaving your beautiful words here.
I truly appreciate this!
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” Insert applause here”.
Synonyms for wonderful and other classic words in praise of your words are exhausted. Need to buy a new dictionary.
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I am touched to see this mind boggling gesture of yours!
So many thanks for always reading my work and I can’t explain my thoughts as I read your this comment. You are kind!
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Well pleasure is mine Devika!. You have constantly endured to push boundaries with your work and supported my work by providing your wonderful feedbacks.
It’s symbiotic 🙂
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This is beautiful, dear. We hold all thee memories inside and some we write.
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So true!
Much appreciate your words.
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You’re welcome, dear.
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Beautiful poem! I love the way you knit your words together so well!!
Dwight
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Means a hell lot Dwight.
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Oh memories! What a beautiful way to describe them, and no one could have done it better than you. A lovely piece, D! 🤗
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You are a sweetheart as I say always!😊❤️
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You too, my dear D! ❤️🤗❤️
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Memories are residues – some stain too deep, some are faded scars …they are real experiences in the present moments, with what they bring up. Just so beautiful how you do this!
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What a beautiful thought!
Love your wisdom, always!
Sending love.😊
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Always my pleasure, always 🙂 Finding words to comment on your work feels like rare delight.
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Very nice!
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Hi! I nominated you to the Liebster Award. Please check this out: https://ideaprovoker.wordpress.com/2018/01/31/liebster-award/ Congrats!!!
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Thank you Apple.
It means a lot to me!
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You’re welcome! I’ll be waiting for your answers 😉
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A beautiful moment which gives you smile and tears too!!
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Thanks dear one.
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Your words always speak to my soul, love!
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And I always love speaking to you.❤️
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♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
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Memories are just memories,
Loved the thought. But it is simply sad to have them just as memories and yet hold so much importance in your life.
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Exactly, that’s the beauty of a memory. It’s just a reminder to our daily mundane lives about the past, sometimes beautiful and sometimes just a memory.
Thanks love. Hope you are well!
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a beautiful Poem!
have a nice day 🙂
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Wish you the same.
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Loved it.. memories don’t remain memories, they become part of you embracing your naked soul, as you write. The beauty of memories is their hold tightens if you resist and try to forget.
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So aptly said.
You are always kind enough to drop your profound views. Thank you so much!
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“memories clasp you, twist and give a sudden twitch
They furl and embrace your naked soul”. Well, such a profound that our memories do act as a cover for our naked soul. Well penned Devika.
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Hey Megha!
So sweet of you to read my work with this delicacy. I always love to hear from you.
Thank you, lovely!
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My pleasure Devika.Your poems always stir my emotions
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I was pulled in by the opening line and it kept me there all the way through the emotions, though the line that I relate to the most right now is “people became a mystery to me, leaving me stained”
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Lovely!
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Memories are powerful and most powerful in your hands and style. I don’t think there’s good and bad memories, and all become good, much better than learning experiences in a skilled pen like yours and a mind that can mesmarise and conquer.
It’s like just one ‘hi’ a day can bring life to the dead
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Thank you Kurian for all your blessings that I have been getting off late. I have been busy and occupied. Just that!
Thanks.🙏🙏
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Oh okay. That’s totally fine. I am very happy.
Please review my new poem 😊
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