Beyond Hope

The night knitted our bodies like lanterns lit
with navy-blue aromas,
with currents storming
with sands under my body of hope,
with utopia and songs messed up in my head.
You wrapped my raisin skin,
performed colourful themes
like an Orion singing,
poetry dancing.

The night stimulated
the thunderstorms,
with Petrichor,
dripping from my tongue
With sunflowers melting
on our wax bodies
And the texture changing,
Earthquakes happening.

I grew a day older that day,
to see your landscapes and pyramids
sulking on my lips
sulking in my eyes,
A destiny.
You bit my neck that night
and you saw your name imbued
in frames and pieces
like a soft cloth residing
under my moonlit blood
You knew that day, we shared something more
beyond the stars.
Like Spring approaching.



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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.

58 thoughts on “Beyond Hope”

      1. Your romantic verse always inspires me! Not that your other poetry doesnโ€™t either…you just have a way with words. ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  1. I loved this immensely! I especially loved ‘with petrichor dripping from my tongue” … I love that smell, especially while it’s still raining, and the sound and smell combine for a cozy and enchanting, almost nostalgic feeling of love.

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  2. First paragraph slowly approached like gentle air..I mean you have wrote those kind of lines many times…and then second most favorite line was ” Sunflowers melting” I loved this expression .I always wonder how do you imagine these kind of things..because when I think of flower to write something poetic,either dark or romantic,petals,fade,aroma,sun,beauty…etc..will come to mind..flower melting is something different…like its either plastic to melt in heat or flower has heart to melt..both ways of imagination is wonderful..and last paragraph..” You bit my neck that night
    and you saw your name imbued
    in frames and pieces
    like a soft cloth residing
    under my moonlit blood….. do you even get a thought of biting neck like vampire and taking moon into the veins..and lighting the blood…savage…hmm..devika..if I go on like this…I have to say a lot..let’s stop here


    1. Firstly, it’s all about how I perceive such love and secondly my ink writes about it. I am actually glad you loved that melting of sunflower for its again an Oxymoron speech and I have realised so far you know my genre quite well now.

      Thank you Kalyan for such a heart melting review. Each time your words sound so honest and that is the best thing I could receive.

      Always honoured to receive your honest words.

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  3. I love oxymoron..when someone appreciates your oxymoron means that they also the similar kind of things..anyway..I always love to speak about your poem..not just for sake of doing that..the love and happiness while reading your poem make me do that


  4. Beautiful exposition.The metaphors you have used to define the love …Orion singing, petrichor and the sunflowers melting are the epitome of beauty, love, and sensuality.Once again, you have made my soul sing, Devika.

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