it is surreptitious how words rain
during seasons of pain
nectar of firmaments, rising
and deluging into loops of despair
it’s the process of leakage
walking like a cool breeze.
Cold, distilled swollen branches
humming/
leaking/
inside/
outside/
open your mouth and it’s empty
hollows of ankle melting,
people leak like a morose sigh
a dripping curtain of velvet drops.
it’s the branch
running like the wildflower
cold nostrils,
the moon is sewn like a conch.
they all will slip tomorrow.
Β©image and words-MVS
FUCK!!! Awesome. The crafts of words…the poises…the fearlessness…great great. One of the best. ππ
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Wow!! This comment.thanks bro.
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Ghosh! Gave me chills. So apt and perfect.πΌ The connection between leakage of words in pain. Devika this is beyond beautiful.β€οΈ You are so perfect.π
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You are a sweetheart.
Thank you Sameera.π»
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Pleasure always mine. It’s a blessing to read your work.β€οΈ Sachi.π
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Marvellous writing. βπΉ
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,ππ
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Damn good use of language.
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Thanks!
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This has for sure got to be publication-quality. Do you submit a lot of your work to journals?
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Wow! Thank you. I am honored.
Actually I am already a published poet but I feel I have evolved a lot since then. Yes, i do submit to journals often, too.
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I do send my work. Also I am a published poet
Thank you for your uplifting words.π»
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this was literally food for my soul β¨
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ππ
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Itβs my wish to see these lovely poetry whenever and wherever possible and enjoy
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How words rain in the season of painβ. So wonderful. What an accurate description!!! Thank you. Please keep writing.
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Raining words in the season of pain!β Wonderfully put!!!
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Thank you.
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Awesome poem!
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Thank you MCM
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Your welcome
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The starting itself is amazing..any poet or writer gets connected to it..especially for dark writers..or when we want to get out of pain..words are our drugs…loved this line to the core..because when we are in pain..the words really flood through our minds…”nectar of firmaments, rising
and deluging into loops of despair
itβs the process of leakage
walking like a cool breeze” this imagery is nice and my most favourite line is process of leakage…really really wondered with this line..you deserve claps for thisππππ…”people leak like a morose sigh
a dripping curtain of velvet drops.”. This imagery is beautifulππ, “the moon is sewn like a conch.
they all will slip tomorrow” this is extraordinary,,πππππππππ,I mean..you expressed it like sheer genius..the above lines slowly told about how depressed person put his or her pain into words and then how he/she leaked the pain..and how the person constructs shell,how after time he breaks away his shell And slips way…marvelous pieces…actually I thought it’s short and simple..but when I go deep…I understood the essence
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The starting 2 lines just so truly utterly beautiful, so complete in themselves! What follows is amazing too!
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Thank you Dear Pragal.
Have a great evening ahead.
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Very welcome my friend.
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