Peels of orange zest
stuck to my tongue,
shading my mouth.
cold, frivolous air
slapping my cheeks,
lamps of cold night lit.
I sit and observe,
how summers played with my brain,
almost erratic,
now the winters will do the same
an art of regeneration,
something lost,
Pain comes from the folds of dark corners.
Tunnels and swamps of chemical emotions
peeling inner skin,
chop chop chop
a sound of pain,
winters are like this,
they fumble inside your body,
like a thing so beautiful.
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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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Dark and sensuous. 🙂⚘
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Hey thank you ❤️
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You are Welcome. 🙂⚘💕
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I adore poems that revel in the harshness of winter … you have written so nicely here! The first stanza is fab x
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Hi Diana, I know I haven’t read you enough but you are such a lovely soul. Thank you.
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Happy nighttime moments to you sweetie…may your endearing smile follow you into slumber adventures shortly 💗
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❤️❤️❤️
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and the reader, I, is lost in this labyrinth of words that seem to tell a tale of pain that is strangely beautiful.
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Strangely beautiful, woah! Thank you.
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Lovely 🌷
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Thanks
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My pleasure
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Good job, I guess.
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Ain’t sure?? Then also no issue, I guess!
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lol
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Reading you is like being pulled into a world where nothing but the whispers of well woven words exist..!
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Wow! So flattering Isha
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Very nice, dark and beautiful.
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Very evocative .
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Hey, thanks!
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective.
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Devika! I love the beginning of the poem. Great piece!
I gotta ask – do you have a good memory?
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Thank you Braden!
In what context are you asking?
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Beautiful
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Thank you dear
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Oh, this was wonderful!
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Thank you lovely ❤️
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I love it! The imagery is fantastic!
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What a beautiful imagery your words have woven Devika 💖
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❤️❤️
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Beautiful!
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And so it is, nature runs parallel with the emotions.Good writing.
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Thanks
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I have always love how you have described the pain so poetically and beautifully.
Loved the first part where you describe pain plays with the body and it has learned the art of regeneration.
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And my dear has given me loads of love as always. Thank you so much.
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