These circles of fingers
and skins and bones,
and something beneath the bones,
ashes
rub rub rub
something beneath the thoughts of thoughts
burns, and sins and sins.
Crooked dripping lies,
exhausting this naked galaxy
heaviness obviates fireflies
thoughts thoughts thoughts
Stinking and swelling,
I am a pause.
©MVS
NaPoWriMo#9
P.S- I might have missed writing on WordPress yet my insta is updated with the challenge.
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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.
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.
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It doesn’t get better than this. Amazing. 👍
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Thank you brother. Trust me this sudden eruption of thoughts is driving me crazy now.
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I don’t know who said this, but I have read it somewhere that it’s always beautiful; to write the things you fear most to write.
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It’s the only catharsis that we know of.
But what if you don’t want to write often? I am in some state of sonder I guess.
But I do know, this too shall pass.
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It happens…it happens to the best. I guess I will rather write a stinking poem than write nothing at all. I can’t even eat properly without writing something. ☺️
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I second that.
Thank you for your comforting words.
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Pleasure. 😀
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I loved this
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Glad you loved it.
Means a lot!
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My pleasure
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Well written!!!
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❤️❤️
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Nice poem!
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Thank you for your words.
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How beautifully you describe even the troubles of a busy mind!
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Beauty lies in the eye of a beholder.❤️
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I wish you Peace and Joy my friend! I sometimes wonder of the churning within that brings such beautiful creations to us. Yet I know it is the process of poetry itself that pacifies all that comes up.
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What a great wish you just bestowed me with!
Thank you PD.
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You are very welcome.
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Truly amazing. 💜
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😊🖤
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Such an amazing write and very gripping in its descriptive imagery. 🙂
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Honored,Charlie.
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🙂 Bless your heart my friend. 🙂
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“I am a pause”, what a great way to end this!
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Thank you Tre.🖤
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You are quite welcome, lady. 😊
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A very beautiful poem. As always ❤
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Hey, candy.
Thanks love.
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Hey, good to read your stuff. Keep it up.
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Loved it – a deep story in few verses – eloquent
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Thank you Shantanu.
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My pleasure
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Okay, your new email ID?
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Writing less on WP has given me a backlog of at least 20 posts, and you got Insta challenges going on too.
lovely poem this, I missed reading your unique style and the beautiful pause.
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You never disappoint me.
Thank you so much for these words.
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Not a sin, for anything beautiful
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