The sound of water almost uncanny,
A plastic bag bloats and floats
like a memory of thoughts
piled and halved beneath,
my sagging skin of skins.
The room is a liquid gel
with my thoughts arrested,
sleek and colourful.
Water Ripples
my thoughts bifurcate further
With tunes of melancholy
and cascading mystical languages.
It's supernatural.
To observe the stagnant darkness
with my crisp white eyes
A twig eating another twig.
I sit and scream
in the slivers of time
piercing through this vacuum body,
I hear rumbling of sky
detonating my body vapours
I nourish the thoughts
like a cotton swab
softly, piling and weeding.
It's almost ethereal.
®MVS
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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.
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Loved it, specially the last lines spoke to me!
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Hey Soiba!
Thank you for that.
Hope you are well.🙂
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First paragraph,beginning with behavior of thoughts..wow..though you told how thoughts are floating..you took reader to depths in first paragraph, ” sagging skin of skins,room of liquid gel and arrested thoughts” 💙💙 loved it….And then second paragraph ” Water Ripples my thoughts bifurcate further With tunes of melancholy and cascading mystical language” This is really..I can relate..thought can be broken or take other form or distorted with sadness and melancholy..it’s Soo good.. and third paragraph ” screaming through slivers of time ,nourishing through cotton swab..everything neat and we’ll finished…….. I always find pleasure in reason through these unique lines..
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Such deep insights thrills me away!
Kalyan, thoughts often twist our minds and produce so many array of questions that we can’t control them.
You poignantly notice all the details always! Many thanks.
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Deep insights of mine thrills you???
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Yes sure.
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the poem is ethereal too..lovely use of not so esoteric words
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I always cherish your gentle words, thank you.
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Wow, this is so great!
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Thank you so much.
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Wow! I love this.👌
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Hey! Thanks brother.
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Welcome dear
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Brilliant Devika, bonus points for using bifurcate in a poem and making it work 🖤
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Haha, that’s so sweet of you.
Thank you.
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In such a madhouse,
best keep an eye on your drinks.
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Oh hell yes.
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brilliant and so relatable. thank you for sharing, friend.
Peace and Equality and Love and Respect and Justice for All ✌ ✊ 👍
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I am so touched to have your sweet words, Afzal.
Thank you!
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always a pleasure and thank you! brilliant.
Peace ✌
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A Most enjoyable read, Valiant! May have been away, but that was only to keep the Inkwell topped up wi’ fresh writing. Feel free to drop in, at any time 🙂
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I am glad you loved this. Thank you!
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Well, who could have defined the ethereal experience of the body going through pain better than you Devika? Beautiful and poignant.
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Haha. I always love to do that. Thanks!
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loved it! it touched my soul.
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Thank you.
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