Whispers: A tale of my forlorn soul to my fingernails
A point of truth occurs on my sordid laps,
I had enough of alcohol, enough of pills now
Fatigue, disappointment, Dropping ink,
Like a spot of timid bee,
my back scratches the pain of black paint,
spawling I am dwelling outside the cape of unknown and the known
Travelling graves and the faded stars
Beneath duality, a layer of another transparent air exists
Cubes of salt and granules of sugar
Sip, slap, gulp.
Hush, my thoughts are evolving back and forth
oh, forth and back(tapping the drums,
iteration)
The breakfast I prepared stinks tonight,
I will eat the dinner in the morning.
The circumference of my naval is lit yet again,
There are stories piling inside, Stacking of memories,
the throbbing of outnumbered voids.
Silence, noise, silence.
-My valiant Soul
The words are cut at the end of each line
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You need to see that in your laptop or desktop then.
Mobile phones often do not support the style.
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Try swaping with your fingers.
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I will try
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Well, I have changed the styling.
It should not be a problem now.
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It’s coming fine now..did you changed
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Yeah..thanks for that
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Sure!
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Wow I heard music within the silence.This is soo unique.How can you write every poem with unique imagination,and you never repeat.great
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Beauty lies in the eye of beholder.
I am the same as always!
Thank you so much for your charming words. Always a pleasure!
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But you write different always,when I write I struggle with repeated lines and imagination in my mind,I have to filter them and think of new things every time I write.But you will write two to three poems same day without any similarities
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You are really kind to say that.
It’s all about imagination with a mixture of reality I guess.
Observing things often helps!
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Yeah..you are correct
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Omg this is getting more and more in my head, exquisite and extremely heart quenching…well your purpose of writing is reaching its purpose…feeding my literature HUNGER.
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I am more than pleased to read your words.
My pleasure to cater to your literature hunger!
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I love the silent rhythm here. Your imagination knows no bound. Well done!
My fav 💖
‘my back scratches the pain of black paint’
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Aww.
You are the sweetest love.
I am so glad to know you were able to pick your fav lines!
Means a lot! ❤
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I was able to but with it was rather a difficult decision. I just hope other beautiful lines are not angry at me for it. 😜
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Haha no my dear!
My poetry shall always love a kind person like you.
Kisses and hugs!😊
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Kisses and hugs to you too babe. 🤗🤗
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This is really good – I love the first line!
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Thank you.
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There is an undeniable rhythm to this poetry making it so beautiful! Deeply beautiful.
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Aww. Thank you PD
❤
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You are most welcome!
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So I enjoy your poetry, although I would say 80+% of the time I am unable to extract any meaning even with a dictionary or 3-5 attempts, but felt this one is all about change and that the whispers are guiding us to a state of all seeing and all knowing and not just existing on either pole because you need one to know the other. The breakfast stinks at night and you’ll eat your dinner in the morning. Or I’m way off again haha
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You know, I get that a lot.
But its all about words and jumbled pieces of words and thoughts and when I mix them I have something ready which a few resonate too.
Your perception is well appreciated as well.
The breakfast and the dinner was an Oxymoron, a figurative speech!
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This was so beautiful, and the flow was impeccable. I really loved reading this 🙂
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Aww.
Thank you so much!
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Although dark, it does carry a tinge of sunshine. “Darkest night in the land of no sun” If i would draw a comparison.
Too dark and too deep. Appeals to my twisted mind. :).
Loved it Devika 🙂
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Well observed! Thank you if your perception sees hope in this for I missed it.
Glad you loved it.
Means a lot!
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Anytime sensei
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awesome I love that piece
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Thank you so much!
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This piece yet again makes me realise, what brilliance I kept myself devoid of past three months. This felt like a spell on my soul, only you can weave such magic with words, D. Beautiful! ❤️❤️❤️
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Oh my!
You are the loveliest I must say.
Thank you for showering your immense love on me.
😊❤
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You deserve all of this and much more D for touching our hearts with your poetry and kindness! Way to go lady! ❤️
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That was so beautiful!
“Hush, my thoughts are evolving back and forth
oh, forth and back(tapping the drums,
iteration)”
They can so quiet thoughts. Not just screaming! Fantastic poem! I appreciate being able to read it.
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All my pleasure to listen through your charming words!
Thank you so much.
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Beautiful
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Thank you, kindly!
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emotions emotions , so much emotions well done
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I am just delighted you blessed ny words with your presence.
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This is indeed beautiful as so many comments say..the whispers and the throbbing of the outnumbered voids propels the incessant magical imagination.
Always a pleasure to read your poems, I wish I could at the pace at which you write.
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You words always humble me and honour me to infinity.
Thank you so much for your time and kind words!
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“The breakfast I prepared stinks tonight” that line will be tattooed on my retinas.
You make melancholy look & feel enchanting.
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I am deeply humbled and honoured!
Actually I am sinking in happiness of your feedbacks!🙏
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Sure that line too!!
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Ah, this growing whispers inside, piling up until our meal smells funny. Familiar feelings arising from being bitten by another (or others) can be like bile in our mouths, contaminating our senses. Your poetry always sticks on point and these moments you capture you do so brilliantly.
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There’s a satisfying feeling in your words…I keep coming back to them. Beautiful.
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I am so glad.
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you
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“Dropping ink,
Like a spot of timid bee,”. Who writes like this? So so COOL!
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Thank you.
I value your words.
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That was very good!
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Thank you.
I appreciate your kind read.
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🙂
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Love the ‘ginning . All the way to the end.
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Thankyou dear Yassy!
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Welcome my dear !😊🤗
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“Travelling graves and the faded stars” lines sums up the endless pain writer is going through.
The metaphor is excellent as always, Devika.
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❤️❤️
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Love your use of imagery!
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