you sit on my corrosive neck and feel the black void spot,
i have bones made of bone-china and a little neck to proceed.
i stand and look for you in aberrant currents,
i split daylight across your arms.
to know the layers of your skin & words
i perform rituals day after day.
A windswept memory tucked between your lips.
a grey memory folded like velvet curtains.
i imagine you in a surrealistic way.
A song to hum, to ingest the threads of madness.
i think of you in moments of cacophony that stich my ears with a soft noise of you.
Nice poem
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Aww
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This feels sad. But kind of eerie too
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Sad?
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love that line “A song to hum, to ingest the threads of madness.” , beautifully done 💋
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Hey! Thanks a million
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Marvellous! Every line spoke to me and I had to keep re-reading.
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Wow honey. I am trying to pick my favourite line here and it has to be,
‘i think of you in moments of cacophony that stich my ears with a soft noise of you.’
Perfect madness of love
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I second this. My favourite line💙
And MVS, you are PERFECT with your words.. always.
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This girl is the sweetest 🌱
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I am so grateful to you. Thank you, love.
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🤗😊👍
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❤️
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“a grey memory folded like velvet curtains” wow, just blown away! ❤️❤️❤️
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Humbled, truly.
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Happy diwali 😊🙏🏻
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Same to u
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I love the way how your words pour magic in my heart. Its awesome.
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So sweet of you.❤️
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Such divine pieces of verse..your poetry has that surreal feel and takes me on a different dimension everytime I read it. Marvelous.You are surreal, my poetess.
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Thanks a lot. Hope you are fine now?
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Yup much better.Thanks for asking
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Great share my friend 💐
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