you will find ink blurb, parched words,
acoustic in air,
a hot burning potpourri
and my ink romancing with words.
this is what i will leave when i die-
a torn cloth, stinking souvenirs,
words like thick and sick stick to my tongue,
a concave road of anxiety on my wrists.
for i had no people in my pockets,
i had no eye contact,my conversations with stars
made me fall in love with the moon,
and its dark now, nocturnal love.
nocturnal soul.
In simple words : this is pure poetry.🌼❤️
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Thank you sweetheart.🌸
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“for i had no people in my pockets,
i had no eye contact, my conversations with stars
made me fall in love with the moon”… applause!
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I feel that empty perhaps. Thank you Kunal for focussing on my real lines.
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A somber write, full of so much meaning. The depth of this poem goes beyond mere words.
So sorry, I feel I cannot do justice to this piece with an appropriate comment. You have me dumbfounded by your words.
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Andrew, you reading me and leaving such words are more than enough. I am already satisfied with your paramount love for my work.
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“paramount love for your work.”
There you go, you succeeded where i failed.
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Haha. See I have words for your emotions.
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Haha
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You know I can feel this poem …It’s so wonderfully composed and one who gets the real essence of it …
This line ” a concave road of anxiety on my wrists “…..Too good ✨✨✨✨
Regards
_Muneeta Aneja
_innervoice28
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Muneeta, you are a sweet soul to say such words . Thank you dear friend.
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Most welcome …And applause for the poem again ..It’s still in my mind and it’s very powerful
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Aww🌸
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Always speechless in front of your writings, gateway of real poetry!
You are forever best sister!🙌
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Be lated Happy rakhi to you.
And thank you so much for sticking together.
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Thank you so much, so sweet of you. I wish lots of happiness & success for you.Lots of smiles to your way!😊
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The last 5 lines draw me in deeper and deeper …
Nocturnal soul is such a unique feeling – I have never felt it before.
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Hi PD, hope you are good. I have missed a lot I know but thank you for reading me.
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I am well dear friend. No worries about missing, I have been very slow myself.
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Sending love and hugs🙏🌸
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So soulful so deep with immense passion and depth.
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Hi Veena.
I am grateful for your read. Thanks!
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The build-up to these lines are distinguished and complete, but these lines:
“this is what i will leave when i die-
a torn cloth, stinking souvenirs,
words like thick and sick stick to my tongue,
a concave road of anxiety on my wrists.
for i had no people in my pockets,
i had no eye contact,my conversations with stars
made me fall in love with the moon,”
stand alone on their own. This is true grit writing, Devika. Sincerely.
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Ah, what a lovely thing to say my dear Tre.
I am glad you think that of my poetry.
Love you.
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All the love to you, Devika. Peace.
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So touching. 🌟🌟🌟🌟
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Thank you dearest
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You’re most welcome. 🌟
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So beautiful and dark.
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lovely… i love reading your work and choice of words.
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❤️❤️❤️
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I so love the depth and richness of this work. So well done!!
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Bill, you are kind.
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My pleasure!
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I wasn’t able to write for a while. Your words are powerful, maybe i’ll write something now. thank you 🙂
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Sweetheart, I am going through that too. I am glad if I could inspire you.🌸
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😊😊
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective.
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Thank you
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🖤🙏
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The footprints of your poems with be the residue of your ever fragrant poetry.Bravo, Devika.
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Let the full moon be bright always
It’s difficult otherwise. Reading your poetry and saying a good morning are absolute bliss 🌻🌻🌸🌸
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🙏🙏
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🙏🌻🌸
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you
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This is pure love indeed 🙂 Loved those last 5 lines.
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Thanks.❤️
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😍💖🙏
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For words like this, I am not sure about your demise but for sure many will die for you
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Okay, now you get time to read me as I read you. Hm..
Thank you 🙏
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you don’t mince your words, do you? I saw your comment popped up, so I went ahead to read yours – it was not about reciprocation by any means 😊
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Haha. Coincidence then I must say.
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Reality it is 😊
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I believe it.
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😊🌸
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Beautiful 🌷💓🌷keep blogging dear 🌷
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Sure thanks
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My pleasure
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Sameera said it best. This just IS.
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❤️❤️
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❤️❤️❤️This
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This is one spectacular blog!!
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