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.
©MVS
Good reading MVS, though I don’t claim I understood it all. But there’s always a bond between the great blogger and the ardent follower 😍
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If you connect it with the first part you might get into the mind of Meera.
And thank you for such immense support.
Really, means a lot.
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Oh okay
Thank you. That’s part of my learning process
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I was hooked in the beginning with “flip her hair in a motion of fabricated stories.” That already speaks volumes. Nicely done.
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Don’t know why, but I feel I am losing my mind as I am unsatisfied with my writings off late. Well thank you kind soul for this.
Appreciate it.🌸
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Your mind is merely trying to catch up to the valiant soul that’s writing
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Haha. I believe you well.
Thank you.
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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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Kenne,
Firstly I would like to thank you for stumbling here on my words. I do appreciate your sweet gesture.
Thank you.
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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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Whatever you feel reading this is actually what I want you to think, the rest is your creativity, friend. I am only amazed to see your mind thoughts now.
Thank you dear soul.🌸
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It is the truth that your poetry, feeling and imagination is beyond words and thought for me. The kind of depth you have is unique and incredible. You are very welcome dear friend.
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You read me and that is all I can ever want.❤️
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This is great … some gorgeous metaphors and the language is a treasure in itself.
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Words like these always makes me happy
Many thanks!
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No problem. You are creating some wonderful images and I love visiting your site.
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Thank you.
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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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I somehow trying to decode her but I don’t know if I can, if you know Bhrathiyar, kinda writing which has a hidden meaning behind
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Your article is beyond words excellent 👏👏
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So kind of you.
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W👽W
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Thank you.
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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 this💜💜….”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 line💟💟💟💟💟…”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…👏👏👏…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 wonderful💚💚💚💚 ….if you want more heart don’t hesitate to ask me…I loved this onw
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The first part was beautiful, and this surpassed it. You never fail to haunt me with your words. xx
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I am do glad you liked both the parts.
Thank you dear ❤️
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What imagery you create and compare as you define your protagonist – beautiful is the word
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And your words are so dear.
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It is my pleasure
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