the view from underneith a tree - the sun shining through the leaves,  shadows falling while lost in thought

Aberrant words on typewriter,
Untamed lyrics floating on my coaxed eyes
Longitudinal waves coincide here, an apparatus of dust
Shaken dreams, like a mirage of ghost
Bisect and dilute your reality into my wine.
Speak rhythm.
spill your black cuts onto my yearning lips
Screech the thunders underneath,
shout and scream, kiss the scream

Words often pinch naked souls.
salt and pepper, tobacco and vapour
Twinings of butter pokes the stratospheric coherence,
Something appears blue, something still a clue.
Beneath the sound of every clap exists a hand
few are coloured while the others are lost,
Turquoise water, hazel Earth
preach me the alien tales of your body,
make me rain
make me rhyme
make me discovered.

©My Valiant Soul

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my valiant soul

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.

74 thoughts on “Disclosure”

  1. I can’t help marvel at the range of your ideas, romanticism, imagery, choice of words, and mostly how prolific a poet you are.
    Need to allocate daily time for your poems 🙂

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  2. This is kind of mystery.It took me lot fo time to understand and conprehend.But this time you came up physics like longitudinal waves which are obviously sound waves and also you used coherence it’s a also a concept of waves in physics.The total poem revolves around sound,lyrics me music precisely. “an apparatus of dust
    Shaken dreams, like a mirage of ghost
    Bisect and dilute your reality into my whine” I like the use of dust here,compared with shaken dreams and mirage ghost..kind of funny..but deep. And ” Pinching naked souls” you could have used just soul,but naked soul make it more detailed and how painful the words could be when someone pinches everywhere on naked skin. ” beneath the clap,exist a hand,,some are coloured and lost” I think you are here referring to the The memories that make symphony,and also the dark side of memories which make horror music..which you compared with they are lost,or may be you have forgot those feelings.Don’t know exactly. “Black cuts .. I think these are black ink of type writer which type words,and make song from your lips..Is it what you are referring to?? And alien tales of your body,..are you referring to the rain which comes from somewhere,by collecting all drops from different places where each drop has different story..!?? Don’t know exactly..I just understood like this

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    1. How can you write such a lengthy one yet again. Man you must really like my words I am sure.

      The mystery is well solved by you and all the images are brilliantly unveiled.The part about memories is though more of the judgement that we human face at time. Your perception still gives another view to my lines and that is the beauty of poetry. It has no dimensions and breath.

      Your words are so true and insightful, Kalyan.
      I really want to thank you for this intense and kind read.

      Means so much!

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  3. I always told you that I see you as inspiration.even though I wrote lengthy lines,if you have responded to them in one word answers.I would have lost interest.May be just like others I would have also kept like ” beautiful lines,or nice poem or something like that ” But with courtesy even you are responding in lengthy lines.That’s amazing .That’s why I like you.

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  4. Ah, disclosure can be hard sometimes, for the more people know about us the more they have to judge. However, we should always disclose all parts of ourselves to those we love so they can never be surprised by what they find out in other ways. This is a lesson I learned recently. This is, again, written perfectly in your unique blend of images and flow.

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  5. WHOA, MY GOD, I am torn. The intensity, tonality, metaphors, and rhythm got me chills as I read this beautiful piece of work that was in all ways incredible. I am in love.

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  6. This was really beautiful. I re-read it mistakenly, again, but it felt so exquisite today. This time, I could easily absorb your poetry. Hmm. Great! 😊

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