A vintage truth

Image result for vintage photos

Photographs are blurred memories,
 of faked, chipped, plastered walls
 cracking like walnuts,
 eating its own body-
 Walls & bones dissolving
 inside the tooth of dust,
 memories can be fatal,
 if picturized or vandalised.

All memories collide inside flaky cheeks
 producing abhorrence of stars,
 photographs stick
 like a parasite
 to your naked soul
 & exposes the flimsy spots
 of your entire galaxy.
 Like the black spots
 of a beautiful bird.
 Wax droplets memories afloat.

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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.

16 thoughts on “A vintage truth”

  1. You really know how to open and close a poem. It’s true that photographs are like blurred memories and those memories end up floating in wax from life’s candle. Great way to depict the movement of time.

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  2. This is so vivid and the picture you have chosen fits perfectly with your poem. Its so true when you say photographs stick like a parasite to our naked soul. Sometimes some pictures are so thought-provoking that they stir our soul and brings back unwanted memories.

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  3. Your whole blog has that vintage feel, and so enchanting is your writing style, a sojourn that truly whisks you away from the here and now for awhile.

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