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Salt water mixed with air

My squinting eyes evolve and illuminate the seeds and seedlings of us. Germination and hibernation. It’s stillness spinning on my cracking bones and lips. Thunders push forward my footprints, marking sand and sand-dunes of time like a canopy or translucent umbrella of opaque dreams. It’s treacherous. Banal and vixen kisses to tell you. The door-knobs even pique and cringe if this bellybutton delivers abhorrence of time and scars.

I have been bitten and marked. Denouement spoke to my tongue. I had a liquid conversation with the hinges of my black bed and cottons of white pillow, it scared me like a colossal tornado.I had inexplicable seizures that year and was hustled with a silver spoon to keep me alive. And I survived and lived.
Sustenance mingles with the Universe to crack your spine always.

I tasted salinity and guns. With thorns and lotus opening up in my callous floral palms. These small, little white palms.
Tides often slow down and flush waters only after a big cyclone. And, I learned something.


©Image and words MVS

16 thoughts on “Salt water mixed with air

  1. This is nice…in first paragraph,explaining the emotions,feelings as seeds and telling the stillness effecting your bones..is very nice.”Thunders push forward my footprints, marking sand and sand-dunes of time like a canopy or translucent umbrella of opaque dreams.””this particular line is , awesome,like how we move in life with problems by making impact on this time and especially that translucent umbrella of opaque dreams line was 💘…..second paragraph talked about how the time hit her,the best line is this  “I had a liquid conversation with the hinges of my black bed and cottons of white pillow, it scared me like a colossal tornado”because it’s realistic,everyone cries on beds and pillows,so that no one could see,all tears packed in them..we do that before sleep in darkness….I can relate it..And last line about sustenenace mingling with universe to crack spine is also good…and last paragraph was simple ..it’s like after the circumstances you faced what has left and what life has taught you..imagery like callous floral palms,and again you pointed as tiny palms..I liked this because this is how we feel when big difficulties come..like everything attacking on us..we feel like ants..and droplets in cyclone…and yeah we will definitely learn something

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    1. Thank you Kalyan. Your words always speak directly to me without any blankness in it. So I always love to hear you words.

      You do know my emotions wrapped, somehow…somewhere..and I genuinely respect your views.

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  2. To me, this poem of your reads likes the aftertaste of a traumatic bodily experience, which happens to the protagonist frequently. How we taste the saltiness in the air on the beach.
    I have no idea of knowing whether this is wrong or right.

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