Understanding it all

i want to grow like trees and shrubs,
with my soft lids still on,
pages rustle my thick blood often,
a sound to hum

i want to take everything in at once,
moisture, dry breeze slapping my jaws
everything like sleeping beauty.

thick sheets of frozen memories are bizzare,
i know it. i understand.
still i want to swallow and eat it raw,
this moon so bright,
this sun so dark,
it burns often.

The forest was never the surreal thing.
it was the precarious noise of falling leaves,
scars left behind in the woods.
uncluttered weight of brightness.

and i grew like a moth amidst this silence.
with words cluttered.
pale moonlight rumbling the laws of detachment.
i have sniffed loneliness like no one ever did
i am the writer, the melancholy soul aches a pain.
a pain artistic like dust on my desk.
cob webs mind game. Pleasure in pain.

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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.

51 thoughts on “Understanding it all”

      1. MVS, you’re the best we can hope for whether it’s here or in Instagram. I just look for your priceless poetry and like it on Instagram too, for the accompanying pictures giving life to poetry.
        Moreover that helps the novices like me on poetry to understand it.
        Do appear wherever you want to, will follow

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  1. Devika Ji,
    I understood you used nature to represent here. Trees, forest, moth.This is bit tough for me but I will say what I got after re-reading it.
    Trees and shrubs in the forest are surrounded by so many things like other trees. So we can’t say they are alone whereas when it changes to something like a moth(you wrote instead you grew like a moth), the situation changes and loneliness starts to creep in.
    So I believe you wanted to say this – a terrific poet will be lost in a lonely world of their own. Sorry if I got it wrong 🙂

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