If i tell you my bones crackle, coarse carbon black
each time i sit and turn
would you slit a piece of the moon and ask her to mollify my pain?
my hands’ quiver and the elbow aches, screams and shouts as i ink my pain
like a heavy layered pile of stones resting on my newborn thigh
bending my earlobe down…down…
too much healing, prayers
chants and oil
i wither and desiccate in the flick of the time,
i am human, i weep and wipe
with a swollen cotton, yellow glass or a paper
I am hushed and quiet like a falling star
Pain is my new muse, chopping my chin
till i am at point blank.
Ugh I’m inlove with your posts. This is too much showcasing of emotions i can feel each words rewinding in my memory. Kudos for another great piece of writing ☺️
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I am in love with your warm words Apple.
So much blessings to you dear.
Peace and light.
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You’re welcome! ❤️
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Little painful and mind full of unanswered questions
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Thanks dear!
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Paradoxically pain is much more inspiring than content…
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Great poem, dearest! 🌹
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You are a kind soul.
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Thank you for your sweetness 🌹🌹
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Always.
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This is so heartbreaking but so so beautiful! ❤️
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Often pain is beautiful.
Thanks love.
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Oh wow, really impressive. I read it like a song
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Thank you.
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A beautiful piece, D! As usual, gorgeous metaphors used and can I tell you, how much I relate with pain being the muse. It’s been the most loyal muse, in fact. Much love to you.
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I don’t want you to feel that and I am sorry if you ever did.
Wishing you love Nandita.
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If I am daylight your words are my night, dear lady. No day is balanced or complete without a nice dose of you … as we read here 💕🌸
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Aye, Diana. You are such a darling as I always say. I am a blessed person to have a wonderful reader like you.❤️
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The pleasure is mine dear poet; you are the wine that spills and I the cloth eager to absorb every syllable droplet.
🙂🌷❤️
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How poetically sublime.❤️
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You deserve such poetic locutions my dear! ♥️
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🙏🙏
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The speciality of your writing is you showcase pain in most beautiful way,I feel the pain behind the poem and still enjoy the beauty of your words and framing of lines decorating with analogies.
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Showcasing pain for me is always honest and you tend to always like my honesty.
Really appreciate it Kalyan.
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It’s my pleasure
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Ink sometimes is our only solace…..
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It is truly.
Thanks Harsh.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Am so much in love with your poetry! It gives such real feels and such amazing imagination you have. Love.
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Wow, such a powerful thing to read.
Thank you so much.
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I’m kind of speechless. I really can’t understand how to express what I’m feeling. This is just amazing. Your poem drew me in, word by word.
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Thank you Smriti.
Your words are really soothing to me.
Thanks girl.
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Very well written poem. I can’t even express anything as i am quite speechless after reading this poem. This poem is just fantastic and heart-touching.
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Would you slit a piece of moon…lovely line. Your muse must be proud of your beautiful writing, at times wondering about its identity as pain.
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Let’s see if he is proud or not.
But thank you so much for appreciating it.
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Every single word of your poem is dipped in eternal pain. I simply love your writing Devika.
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You got it right, Megha!
It saddens me that you understand this but I am also glad to know you feel it.
Much love.
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wow … everytime i read your poetry, i feel intoxicated — but in the best way possible *_*
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That’s only because you have a beautiful soul to find beauty in my words.
Thank you!
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Good god…this is IMMENSE. In total love with it, in all its glorious, bleeding, truthful pain. Stunning.
“my hands’ quiver and the elbow aches, screams and shouts as i ink my pain
like a heavy layered pile of stones resting on my newborn thigh..”
Just…ugh. so good
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What a heart melting comment.
I am truly touched to know that you loved it so much.
Soon I would be devouring your words as I already like your writings so would be diving more.
Many thanks for your warm words.
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My pleasure. I meant it. And I’m looking forward to you reading more of me
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Thank you for the patience.
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Your words are just so beautiful and this poem is just so amazing!!!
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Thanks love.
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I am as in love as ever with your words, Devika 💖 You and poetry are tied knots, you are one, immortalised. And it’s always a pleasure to witness this. Thank you, Devika. I wish you light & love, and anything you need right now. 💖⛅🌻🌹
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Eli, I do enjoy your comment always. You make me smile and happy. Truly, I am blessed to have a friend like you.
Thank you for all the love. ❤️
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