how to be alright

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i offered hope,
the final gleam,
protrusions of my bone
like sediments rafting.

i offered ignorance,
a slick of tongue,
spitting and spewing nocturnal thoughts

the elbow balances the shades of anger,
with disgust burning like orange lust.
i am walking
i am walking like the moon,
shedding a splinter.

i take this hanging time
and gulp it like a pill,
again and again,
iterative footsteps.
i open my eyes now,
to swallow the feeling of numbness.

an icicle sharp,
unnumbered and undissolved,
moles on my body swell up.
Fever, rage, thirst, migraines.
this is the final stage of observance.

I count the enormous voices,
stranded, circulating and trotting.
olive tears swathed into blood corpuscles.
i am all dissolved now into emptiness.

yet, i am alright
the galloping strides of heartaches

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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.

38 thoughts on “how to be alright”

  1. The ‘orange’ of lust is such an unexpectedly successful image. It’s so easy to fall back onto reds and blacks, but the ‘orange’ is so different and yet appropriate? I’ve missed your writing! x

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  2. Your poetry always makes me hold my breath while intensifying my pulse. Such a beautiful way to spend the first day of a new year, swimming in your beautiful poetry.

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