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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Nature encompasses all, loved the vividness and imagery here. Fantastic
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Nice piece. Sorry, I don’t like the Like button. I prefer leaving comments. So yeah, good work.
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Don’t be sarcastic with me. I leave comments wherever I feel like.
And thank you if you did that too.
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Hahaha alright. Nice piece!
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Well penned! ๐
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My dear, this may be one of your best.
Seriously….
i am the writer, the melancholy soul aches a pain
a pain artistic like the dust on my desk.
There should be a museum somewhere just for your poetry.
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Nothing better than this could have made me happy! You are too nice, Andrew.
Thank you for this.
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I absolutely love the raw, rich, power of this. So well spoken!!!
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You always read my words with so much sincerity. Thank you.
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My pleasure…you write with such depth, always!
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Thanks, Bill๐ธ
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What a beautiful creation ๐ธ๐ธ
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Glad you liked it.
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Love the language and imagery!
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Thank you Braeden
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My pleasure Devika!
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.”…thick sheets of frozen memories are bizzare,….”. I like line a lot…but my understanding of such memories …changes from day-to-day.
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I am so pleased to hear your beautiful comment.
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Waaaaw!!! awesome write.
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Thank you Ankit.
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Boy do I miss you…
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Thanks
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Come back. Lol Let’s talk about it. We were friends once.
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Nah, it’s alright.
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Sigh! There’s nothing more beautiful than this I guess so. Pure Wow!โค๏ธ
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This is beautifully penned. ๐
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Oh, you๐
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MVS, thank you for making your appearance here. Actually I have been missing your beautiful poems here.
I am filled with joy and gratitude. Thank you MVS
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I know, I haven’t been as active as before here. Instagram is just shit.
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MVS, youโre the best we can hope for whether itโs 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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A gorgeous representation of it all!! You always do incredible justice to your pieces. ๐
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Thank you, I feel so loved to see your beautiful comments.๐น
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Oh Devika, this stole my heart!
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Very nice poem
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This is absorbing and enchanting. Truly wonderful.
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Thanks.โค๏ธ
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I am late here…so nothing to say…surmise the best comments here and that what I wanted to say…
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Aw, thanks S!
Lovely to hear from you
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Your melancholic poetry is a balm for the wounded poets.I waited for a week to read all your poetry as I was down with a fever. Such a treat for a healing soul.A precise reason you being my favorite.
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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 ๐
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Pleasure in pain.
Such a beautiful and haunting concept.
Great piece!
Reading all of your works, enjoying all of them ๐
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Thank you dear.
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I don’t know why, so many guys are texting me, like literally saying shitty things. So I guess I want to be away
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I don’t see you like the others. Maybe I just want a break.
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