like never before

in the folds of time,
 a soft music exists
 humming your songs,
 tunes and a black river-
 with a piece of forgotten fingers,
 dancing, crying,
 what not -
 in your maps of the tongue
 & wild bridges,
 time evaporates,
 like nothing existed

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my valiant soul

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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