And the clock strikes 3 a.m
still awake and crackling
pain does that to your mind and lips
it detaches a swirl of orange lust
fixating it to prayers and oxygen.
I become breathless, hard as a tomb of a wolf
how blessed are the souls who breathe effortlessly
The pale air climbs my feet and then my watered bosom
with mirrored stones, some mundane puffs I breathe
And the clock strikes 4 a.m
still regenerating the amorphous conversation like a silhouette
I breathe like a ghost
and the pain ascends further on my black curls, splashing
the pit hole talks and a whirlpool of paralysis.
Pain. Pain is a connection between the living and the dead.
Learn its formation. It breaks you, firmaments of tiny blue crystals.
Envelopes of blue talks and blue hopes stick to this breathless staired body.
Do not draw art and do not juggle stars
Take a long brush and insert patterns of demarcations and directions
I am a moist conversation trying to soak your presence
And this pain comes and goes, my body is now a complete sanitarium.
Oh, the clock strikes 6 a.m
©MVS
👍👍👍
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Love this one. Inspired to write something myself!
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You honor me by saying that.
Thank you Matthew.
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…..”Tomb of a wolf” …..the clock strick 00:00 am …. Beautiful ‘piece’. ‘Peace’ that one is
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So great to hear from you.
Thank you for such a peaceful comment.
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This is breathtaking! Very deep.
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Hi Lorraine.
Hope you are well and thank you.
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This is different from your style… but I do love it… very fluent, very matter of fact… in a word “pure”.. 🌹🌹🌹
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Because I am Writing after days I feel that too.
Thanks lovely. ❤️
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Keep following your instinct… do wonders… 🌹🌹
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Sure.
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Oh I feel sad you go through this, but how fascinating is your writing.
❤
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Already you have honored me with your presence here.
Thank you so much dear.❤️
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Devika, the honour is always mine. That you suffer and write in such a way is so inspiring. I wish there were more time to give honour to your work ✨
I hope you will have some relief!
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You already did honor my work. Must I need anything else.❤️
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Well I mean I wish I had more time to spend on your site…never enough time 🙂
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😊❤️
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This piece is absolutely mind blowing!
I’m trapped here💘
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You are always more than sweet to me and I truly love your words.
Thank you dearie for keeping up with me.
Sending love and blessings.
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This is incredible. I could feel the pain wrapped up in this, the longing to be free of it, and the yearning for peace.
“I breathe like a ghost
and the pain ascends further on my black curls, splashing
the pit hole talks and a whirlpool of paralysis.
Pain. Pain is a connection between the living and the dead.
Learn its formation. It breaks you, firmaments of tiny blue crystals.
Envelopes of blue talks and blue hopes stick to this breathless staired body.
Do not draw art and do not juggle stars”
Sometimes, we just need a break from it all. This is stunning, MVS.
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Oh my!
My dear Tre, may I take this opportunity to say how incredibly lovely you are to read my words with such a warm heart.
Isn’t it painful that we crave for such freedom and that too for breathing. I wrote this as a part of my illness. And you resonated with it. I am sorry but thankful to you in the same process.
You are a dear friend to me and I wish you all the love.
Respect.
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I am wishing you peace during your journey. And it is my pleasure reading you, your words are pretty darn luring.
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How humbling.
Love and light.
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Great
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Thank you.
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Valiant you know how to pour pain in words. I hope everything will be fine soon. Lots of love ❤️
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We all are sailing in the same boat I guess.
Love to you.
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We are ❤️
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Incredible poem Devika ❣
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Your words are encouraging.
Thank you.
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🙏
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I am a moist conversation trying to soak your presence, beautiful lines..Very thought provoking…
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Many thanks.
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A chronicle of pain.. waves of it wash over the muse.
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Glad you feel it.
Thank you as always.
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Well, well, well see who’s back
Interestingly painful, it numbs you so much that you find comfort in it
Glad to have you back Devika 🙂
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I am back but I don’t think I am back with a bang.Genuine readers like you always are too kind.
Thank you so much.
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Your writings are treat for my eyes, Devika.How beautifully and poetically you have the turned the pain of sleepless nights into a poem.Signs of a true poetess.Pain speaks beautifully when laced with unspoken words.
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Pain is striking all my chords so bad off late.
Thank you for your darling words Megha.
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Hope you feel better Devika.I feel strongly I can understand what’s going with you.
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I am trying to be better.
See.😊
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Yes my darling.
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Kind of insomnia,kind of pain,you expressed how difficult to sleep in nights with thoughts and lot of discomfort in heart..especially” breath like a ghost” shows the pain ,and again you said about pain the bridge between living and dead..how beautiful it is..and especially the line” soaked up in moist conversation” absolutely brilliant..
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Thank you Kalyan for your introspection that I truly adore.
It’s all about pain and survival after all.
Peace and light.
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How do you write so beautiful?
You deserve the best kind of appreciation.
Keep up the good work.
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Aww.
You are a sweetheart ❤️
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😊
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The last few line awestruck me!!! It’s an amazing poem!!! And I hope you’re OK now dear….I hope you’re taking care of yourself ❤
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I am better and then I am all nuts and the cycles goes on and on.
Thank you lovely for asking I hope you are good.❤️
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I’m all fine, hope you get out of this cycle soon.
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Thanks dear.❤️
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Wow, truly conveys pain and well written
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Raw emotion in every word and in the spaces in between! Well done, really well done, Devika!
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Spaces do focus on the imperative formation of words. Thank you Kunal for noticing that.
Have a great day ahead!
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Thanks, Devika! You too!!
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The poetic art at its finest. Keep writing!!!
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Thank you.
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You make despair so enchanting. Your words are incredible, Devika! Simply incredible ♥️
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Thank you Rulla.
Despair can be so much insane I tell you.
Thanks for your insights dear.❤️
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You are welcome love 💕 Despair is no stranger to me. I know how consuming the darkness is, counting down the minutes, hours… just to feel sane again. You said it perfectly, “How blessed are the souls who breathe effortlessly” This is something I frequently ponder. Is it this hard for all of us? Or just those who feel so deeply?Sigh.
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I am deeply sorry as you feel this despondent feelings dear. Living and soaking inside the memories of darkness is the worst thing that can happen. I wrote this poem as I was breathless physically and mentally.
Asthma does that.
Now I wish nothing but happiness to you Dear soul.
Peace and light.❤️
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I am so sorry to hear about your asthma babe. That is more important than my ups and downs… I hope life blesses us both with light even if it’s within the darkness. Much love to you! ♥️♥️♥️♥️
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I know what you talking about. In the end pain is pain and it sucks!
Love you back.❤️
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I couldn’t agree more. Xoxo
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