Evolution

Alcohol on my newly-born skin,
Do you see the patterns and the checks, the spotted wings?
I lick this ferocious almond scales on my skin, counting the pores
And I measure the breadth and length, obtaining details of details.

The oak tree knows the dents and paints
in the surreal landscape, where people romance
The lavender fields twist in its imperfection,
it sees black, grey, black, grey.

We travel and remorse like a soaked cotton ball in hallucinations,
We learn and emancipate, we gulp metamorphosis
and stack our bodies with memories, rub eyelids to breathe.
We survive and smoke, smoke till the moon spits anger, guilt to our innocence if any.
We are a floating wax of titanium spirits yet we fear cravings. Solivagant in dreams.

I suck the sand, the colourful dust and lips of my lover
I suck the galaxy of you and me.
I know, this arithmetic of us and time. We will evolve too.

©My Valiant Soul

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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.

70 thoughts on “Evolution”

  6. “The oak tree knows the dents and paints
    in the surreal landscape, where people romance
    The lavender fields twist in its imperfection,
    it sees black, grey, black, grey”

    Nothing could be more perfect… ❤ ❤ ❤

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  19. This is such a powerful line:
    “We learn and emancipate, we gulp metamorphosis”
    Stripped down to bare bones… “We become free and change”, but much more emotion is expressed in an amazing way here. “Emancipate” as in a proclamation declares a much stronger and defiant arrival of freedom gained from learning.. “gulp metamorphosis”… “gulp” as in drink with all our might. Drink from a fire hose. “metamorphosis” change on a scale of from a caterpillar to a butterfly. The change being so great that the one changing is no longer recognizable, but it has been a spectacular and beautiful change.
    Again, here on word choice:
    “We are a floating wax of titanium spirits”
    “titanium” such an unusual word choice, it’s meaning cannot be insignificant. “titanium” strength beyond strength… that strong. That strong.
    That’s just commenting on a couple of phrases. It’s a very strong piece and masterfully executed Devika.
    Have a nice day Star Diamond.

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    1. Oh my!
      How strong your remark is. I am speechless truly.
      Your comment is more powerful than my poetry. That minute observation only a genius like you can do, Forrest!
      Today I feel you know my mind, my emotion like no one else perhaps!
      This work indeed is powerful and you felt that.
      What more can I say.
      I am obliged to hear from you.
      Thank you so much, kindly!

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      1. Sorry, I missed this one in my reader. I have to go to your blog sometimes to see if I have missed anything. Sorry for the late reply. You are welcome!

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