In a circle full of moisture and baked apple pie’s, I crave and hold the periphery of Words like a sullen extension of truth. A point of solitude. I rub my skin to find the unsaid, undiscovered words, I rub my iris, my white thighs like a fiction produced by swallowing catharsis.
Discover. Run. Run in your stockings. Run in your shoes. Find the haze. Catch the molecules. Choke on the existence of W O R D S. Seduction. Dedication. Sanctification. I don’t want to be alive, for I am soiled and drunk. I am married to the drops of inebriation of pale figure.
Magic.
Drop by drop I bleed poetry and imbricate the words on my yellow walls, on the roofs of my cracking teeth. Bites of cold potato shiver me, and hence a word like Intrigue sticks to my milky cleavage.
There lies churning noise of whispers now, a seepage. The thunders on the hills and the thunders of my words are the same. Yes, I OWN M Y W O R D S, clinging its petals to my naked waist and there is an Equilibrium.
Mellifluous. Limerence.
The winter is born.
®My Valiant Soul
This blew me ! Awesome 👏🏻
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Oh, thank you, thank you so much.❤️❤️
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Welcome, Devika. 🤗🤗
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😊
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Love the way how you explain my goosebumps born out of wild fascination
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Thank you so much brother!
Cheers.
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I envy your vocabulary
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You are an amazing budding writer yourself.
I truly adore your words!
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stunning work Devika
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Honoured to hear your thoughts.
Thank you!
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🙏❤
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Thank you for the reblog.
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My honor!
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This is filled with the most lovely and intriguing metaphor. It’s beautiful.
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All the best writers are paying a read to my latest work.
Haha. Thank you so much!
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I love the magical wordplay. You are a queen of words Valiant ❤️
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Aww😊
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Wondrous use of words!
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Thank you.
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I was swept away in your whirlwind of imagery from start to finish. Very well done! 😬☺️❤️🌸
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That means a lot.
Thank you.
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You’re quite welcome!! ☺️
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The way you wield your words… amazing expressions!
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You humble me.😊
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Literally mind blowing! Terrific use of words 💕
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Hey Megha!
Thanks for dropping by, love!
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Rub my skin for undiscovered and unsaid words,and rub my iris and thigh..this is what a writer feels like when he search for words and imagery.you explained the struggle of a writer in a neat way. My favorite line is ” married to drops of inebriation of pale figure…” I think when writing poem every writer should be married to this.The great writers are born on how well you explain and how well u project that pale figure it your words.One more thing about your poems is you always mention women’s body parts in most classic ways, it’s romantic ,tempting seductive and yet beautiful in your words.The only thing I didn’t get was.,” Bites of cold potatoes shiver me and word like intrigue stick to my milky cleavage” are you telling about the feelings you are going through when you write a poem,like potatoes of words make your mind shiver and it intrigues your heart.Because heart is behind cleaver that’s what I see
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Surely!
Writers know the itch of new words and savouring them completely. The hunt for words is so bizarre and indefinite. We do not know our hunt extensions and the joy it brings to our quenching soul.
You have surely felt that through my words and I am lucky that you were able to resonate as well.
Bites of cold potato..is another way of my imagination! There are things Kalyan which I am unsure of while saying, because it’s all in my mind and I don’t obstruct my thoughts. I just write whatever comes to soul and mind. My imageries are open to my readers perception always!
Thank you so much for this immense support and feedback. Much appreciated, truly!
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Wow..thanks for writing such a long paragraph as a reply.I think there is something unique about your thinking process.I think you are deep thinker and more matured than people of your age.
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I am indeed into philosophy and deep thinking!
Thank you.
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That reflects in your words.I don’t how you talk and how you behave in home with relatives and parents.because deep thinkers generally don’t mingle,they always want special place to think themselves.If they are writers then words will happen like this.Anyway..waiting for your next
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Well, I can’t say much about that.
Thanks!
Have a good day!
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Same to you😊😊😊😊😊
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Quite love “hence a word like Intrigue sticks to my milky cleavage.” Beautiful work Devika
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You picked a line that was precious to me as well .
Thank you and so much respect!
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It’s beautiful
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Thank you.
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From one logophile to another; You’re a linguistic sovereign. For these words are merely your subordinates and you rule over them with an IRON FIST.
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Wow! What a powerful comment.
Thank you for that!
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You’re most welcome. 🙂
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😊
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Reblogged this on Surviving the Struggle to Success. and commented:
Awesome! Had to share!!
-Grabbety
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Thank you for the reblog!
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You’re welcome
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Spine chilling and mind blowing use of words. Absolutely terrific 💕
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Thank you girl.
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Thanks dear!
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Awesome
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Thanks for the read!
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Superb composition. Brilliant writer👌
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Thank you Shayra.
Thanks for paying a kind read.
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It’s worth reading 👌👍
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😊
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😊
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Thanks!
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Welcome. Nice time
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“I own my words”….yes dear words are the most precious gift you have got. From start to end everything is so beautifully written.
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Aww. So sweet of you.
Thanks love!😊
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For all the intricacies that make-up your poetry, what really stands out here is how you emphasize ‘word’ until you declare in uppercase that you own your words. Words are all we have and without them we have very little left. Such is the poet’s lot in life. I also love how you played with form here, too.
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Yes, words are extremely dear to us writer.
I am sure you resonate with this.
Thank you for paying a read to my work and writing a feedback!
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Yes, it does resonate with me. Your are welcome!
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wonderful
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Thanks Caroline.😊
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I am so glad I found this post. As writers we all have a constant fascination with words, always seeking just the right ones to create images in our reader’s minds. Words become our paint brushes and phrases are played like a violin. I love the way you craft your phrases… “Drop by drop I bleed poetry…” Made me catch my breath because of its power and imagery. If I were to die tomorrow, I would want that said about me. 💜☺💜
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Seems like today is my one lucky day to be blessed by a versatile writer like you yourself.
Your words always touch me deeply.
Thank you Walt.
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You are so welcome Devika ☺
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Excellent piece here. It must be a relief to get these thoughts so masterfully set into words, something that makes us shiver in its challenge. Well done.
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It is always a relief to let out your emotions encrypted as words. Kind of a Freedom.
Thank you for such a warm comment.
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Awesome 🌼
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I’m glad you decided to repost this. This just blew my mind. Your figurative language is unbeatable, simply unbeatable. Shivering here!
So so damn good. Poetry at its flying best, Devika!
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Fuck. It’s awesome. Powerful writing.
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Ah, that’s a beautiful thing to hear.
Thank you a bunch!
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Beautiful, artistry of words.It is amazing how you transform the pain of creativity into something so beautiful, every time, all the time.Every time I read your poetry, it feels like your going through the labor pain of giving birth to poetry, in all its innocence and purity.
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Megha, I am in awe each time I hear your such complimenting words. They truly make me divine inside my head.
Thank you for all such serene feelings.
Much love!
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Lovely.
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It is unimaginable to me how you bring such beauty of words into existence!
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It’s all about words as I say!
Thank you so much Pragal. You made my day.😊
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Absolutely my pleasure! 🙂
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You killed that!
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Yeii. Thanks love.
❤️❤️
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Wow. This is pretty amazing. I feel like I could hear you reading this! Have a blessed weekend, Debbie
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I am truly honored, Debbie.
You are a fabulous writer yourself.
Thank you!
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Yes, madam divine … you OWN your words. What a dazed reader an eye, head spinning and laughing out loud with the biting of the potato. You are unique and entertaining ❤️❤️
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Laughing out loud? I thought I am pretty serious.
Well thank you Diana for your love.
So much appreciate it.❤️
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Perhaps the laughter was a release of pent up adulation of the Valiant gloriousness encountered! The raw potato was merely the catalyst – cleverly added.
Love always madam ❤️❤️
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Oh, I so love your interpretations always.
And I definitely love that raw potato thing.
😊❤️
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😊❤️ Hope your day is full of unexpected joys dear lady! And a cooked potato or two 😘
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Wonderful!!! You’re such an amazing writer!
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You humble me.❤️
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Oh, man! WOW!!!
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Thank you Kunal.
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My pleasure, D!
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Beautiful poetry indeed!!
A new blogger getting my foothold here, but not a rookie at writing. Just published by 3rd post today. Pls do visit my blog. Would be pleased to know your views.
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Thank you.
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This is simply awesome, one can’t help not falling in love with your words, and the feelings you pour into each.
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I just feel so intoxicated with this charm of words.
You understood it, means a lot!
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Oh damn! You were in my spam.
Thank you Nandita for this pure love.
You know, I am always happy to hear from you.❤️
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Thanks!😊
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When thorn of cactus grow on flat rock, frog sing like crow in winter. =rwt-
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This is totally worth a read. Cheers.
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Thanks!
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