Meera and her ways-#2

Meera does not hesitates to flip her hair in a motion of fabricated stories. She digests the moon and the tales like a wildflower growing. Her insanity is dreams and clouds, firm and evaporating. She sleeps with her open moist lips, dripping pain, violent way. Meera is system of crystalline chunks. Chunks of pepper and sugar, all god-like. Eating donuts of memory and fables of tattoo, Meera decodes her leg movements, her lipsticks stains of your shirt, on my shirt. She trembles to bleed, yet she camouflages in an aerial dandelion. Charred scars sits like an uninvited birthday on her spine, her bosom tender and flat.

She eats moss and drink moth in her drunk eyes. Eyes of iterative smiles, often Swollen tubes and tunnel swings beneath her thought machine, to define the process further. She is a bouquet of peanuts and a container of butterflies, a lavender incense in her throat. Needles of time chew her lips, she ages like an eye-shadow, with a question of fermentations still. Afraid of love & lust, slippery of tongues and knives makes her go mad. She is insane, I said that though ! The deluge of starfish in its own cobweb, that’s her. Agony atops her lavish heart, carnival today..carnival tomorrow like pristine flakes of squalid flux days eating her emotion.

Read the first part here.

ยฉMVS


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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.

29 Comments

  1. I was hooked from the beginning too with “flip her hair in a motion of fabricated stories.” Your ability to create such masterful emotionally-laced imagery is a marvel that I enjoy! Looking forward to your next post!

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  2. She digests the moon – my mind would want to stay and linger on this line for days before I read further. It feels like a very deep meaning and feeling, it would be total Oneness to be able to know and feel it.
    I am not good at deciphering all your metaphors – would take long time meditating on them but I read always fully and simply feel what I can feel. It is a beautiful experience in itself.

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  3. So beautiful. Meera, the mystic poet, devoted her poetries to Krishna and the story is such an aching one. I love how you have written this!

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  4. Read the last one and I think I commented on forts part..so let me start appreciating this beautiful second part…what a beautiful start with beautiful comparison…”does not hesitates to flip her hair in a motion of fabricated storie”wow…superb yaaa….”Her insanity is dreams and clouds, firm and evaporating” this clearly tells the fluctuating moods of meera..very nice firm and evaporating…loved this๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ….”She sleeps with her open moist lips, dripping pain, volant way”and this is deep…sleeping with pain..and you expressed that with beautiful word play..”Eating donuts of memory and fables of tattoo, Meera decodes her leg movements, her lipsticks stains of your shirt, on my shirt” these lines not only applies to meera but everyone who dwells over the past memory,especially decoding leg movements and lipsticks on shirt is marvelous line๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ…”She trembles to bleed, yet she camouflages in an aerial dandelion. Charred scars sits like an uninvited birthday on her spine, her bosom tender and flat”my most favorite part is charred scars sits like uninvited birthday…how do you get these thoughts…you are a genius…๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘…and in second paragraph “Eyes of iterative smiles, often Swollen tubes and tunnel swings beneath her thought machine, to define the process further.”woww…iterative smiles,and swings of tunnel in thought machine…that’s what we do when we are in dark phase…but expressed this in poetic way ,that too with excellent word play and imagery..”Needles of time chew her lips, she ages like an eye-shadow, with a question of fermentations still.”I understood this,time chewing and ageing of shadows which tells about meera state..but question of fermentations..I am unable to decode this..if you have time jusr explain..”carnival tomorrow like pristine flakes of squalid flux days eating her emotion”wow..ending is beautiful..like how meera spent all day by thinking about the sadness..so totally..it’s wonderful๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š ….if you want more heart don’t hesitate to ask me…I loved this onw

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