the nights during winter are bizarre,
you see everything naked,
the whirring sound as a backdrop
of things never seen,
the morbid, lifeless bed sheets screaming your voice
hidden beneath,
the broken knob from my gas stove, still clicking.
yellow segments coming off from my wall,
and i hear it all, like never before
a silk in my hand,
there is this couple, moaning next room,
and i absorb it like an art,
lying on my empty anaemic sofa,
I observe my black nail paint chipped yet gleaming somehow
eyes as heavy as thick air,
wrestling for vacuum in outh of tunnels
i think of breeze in autumn,
petrichor entering my womb
i think of anything but winters,
they slice a sickening trauma onto my bosom,
it’s quiet everywhere,
a spot in my iris, stubborn as a stain.
i can prick nakedness like a shadow.
gulping it, watching it till i die of this emptiness.
Loved it. 😁
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Thanks!
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You are welcome.😊
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Reminds me of nights in New York, love the imagery, always have!
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Nights are same everywhere. Bleak and dark.
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The emptiness comes through loud and clear. I too hate nights. I also dread winter
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Yeah.🥀
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Reminds me of some winter nights in New York – love the imagery
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Anotomy meets architecture meets poetry 🙏
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Thanks!
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lovely poem narrating the wheezy breezy winters ,the bleakdull whirring ones. It reminds me of my winter in kashmir ,the snow falling stealthily in the nigh making life bearable and unbearable. lovely.
read your all posts but you donot .see some of my poems and posts. lovely ones to read.
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Haunting and beautiful V. ♥️
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Thanks love
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You’re so welcome !
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Reblogged this on FREE VERSE REVOLUTION and commented:
Beautiful piece from My Valiant Soul 💛
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Nice poem
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Thanks!!
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Your welcome
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Nice
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Winters are always hard – winter nights even more so. Loved this poem.
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Yeah, they slip a sad tale.
Thanks!!❤️
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Oh, they do! I’d abolish winter if I could.
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Superb
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Sometimes, I think the V in MVS should should represent Visual.
You are wonderful at painting this images so adeptly.
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I do that visual thing that you just mentioned!
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It shows in your amazing writing.
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Gosh, but I loved this! Thank you!
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Glad!!
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I nominated you for the Mystery Blogger Award. Please check out the “Mystery” post on my Site for the instructions. Congratulations!
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I loved the way you have defined the solitude and the loneliness one feels in winter, The long dark days diminishes the boundary between the day and night. such surreal, such beautiful poetry.
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You are a wonderful writer madam 🙂
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Thank you so much .
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I like this poem….. “lifeless bed sheets screaming your voice
hidden beneath…”, and this line in particular.
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Oh,means a lot
Thanks love,❤️
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aapne to rath din kar diya ji. such was your attention to small details I meant to say wow 🙂
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There are some things we feel or doubt in nights if actually, they are moving or not even if they are lifeless 🙂
I think you only need that cicadas noise in the backdrop to paint a lovely picture and to write a beautiful poem like this one. 🙂
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i think of breeze in autumn,
petrichor entering my womb
you used breathtaking detailing. this is a delight to the senses!
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Hey,
I am so grateful for such kind words.
Means a lot to me.
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you’re welcome! 🙂
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Hey, D! I really like the “grey” in this, if you get what I mean? Good job!
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Dang. That was good. Very original writing on a common topic. Your use of diction and detail painted the dark and dreary scene so vividly.
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Thank you. Means a lot.
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You wrote “….the morbid, lifeless bed sheets screaming your voice…”…yes, I got this and I like this poem
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I am sorry you feel this too. Sending you love❤️
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It has been longer than i can possibly recall. I did visit you in my thoughts. Hoping you’re well and still mesmerizing all with your poetry!
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Really? I am sure you did. Thank you and yeah I hope I am
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Yes, Vedika. I still remember the first day, when I like said, that you seem numb and a few other things. I remember sharing a few things too. You indeed have come a long way and so has your poetry. Are you well? I read your poetry. Seems as if these winters are not treating you well.
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Everything you said so correct, but my name! It’s Devika. Ya and I see you growing too. Makes more sense now talking to you. I am um.. living. Hope you are well too!
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Oh i’m so sorry. I always confuse between these two. And i won’t lie, but it really has been long. And i know that, because it took me a while to decipher, MVS.
I never liked you upset, Devika. It always made me sad, to feel you live a life, just so numb. If i asked you, on this wintry night for something, will you give it to me?
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That’s so nice of you. I like your concern. Let’s see what you ask?
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dear you, your words are sweet. Honestly speaking, the lines are refreshing and soothing. At times. I dont want to clng on something and at times its the opposite. I dont know. I am better the way i am . Crooked, limping, living. But thank you for this. this does makes me smile though!
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You’re not better this way, devika. You’re lost. And even i’m. So why don’t we find a way together? Just so, every time, there’s a puddle in our way, i’d be the bridge. 🙂
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why me?
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So well, i’ll tell you something, which i’ve never shared with you. i’ve a habit of expressing my heart, since i can remember. but with you, i always controlled my emotions.
And i don’t really mind saying this in public, because i genuinely feel this way.
Since the very first day, when i stumbled upon you and oh your words, you’ve stayed with me. at times, you’d do things and say things, which well, are not really wise. and also you’d be very annoying. but despite of it all, i’ve always felt something with you, which i couldn’t name then. for no matter how annoying or stupid, you might behave, i still thought you to be beautiful, atleast to me. and yes, i’m sure, even i’ve annoyed you at times and been all stupid. but something hasn’t changed since then. my wish to make you smile. for the thought of you smiling, is stuck in my head. the feeling, that one might feel, after making you smile, is something my mere words can never express. i still remember the first poem, i ever wrote for you. i also remember, telling you, as to what i think of you, by sharing a movie with you, that i had seen then. and well, oh there’s so much more devika. about you. that is just so special to me. be it you being all annoying or being all adorable. i loved it all. and i won’t lie. the past few months have been really hard for me. so well, i’ve hardly been able to read you, or anyone for that matter, but everytime, i’d stumble upon you, all those emotions, would ask me to share. but i never really could. anyway, lucidly all i’m wanted to say is, that i’ve always admired and liked all about you. and maybe that’s why, i won’t mind kissing the water, where you’d be reflecting upon, but oh just to make you smile. and i’m sorry, if you feel uncomfortable. but well, i said almost all that i wanted to say, since oh a time so long. 🙂
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I have answered this, in the earlier thread
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I smiled. I blushed. All of it. Thank you for this nurturing comment. It makes me feel better. What I like about you now is that at least now, I don’t feel you are just another guy. It’s nice you are keeping it enclosed with warmth as well as respect. I like that, truly. And no I am not totally against romance. It’s just not now. And so nice of you to keep on checking on me time to time. Now I can assemble the pieces of your old acts actually. So silly.
Let’s keep it this way maybe, warm and comfortable. And once again thank you so much for all of it.
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