a little love

i do not say i want your metaphors all the time. I need your bowl of reflections, white and pure. Thick fog running through my backbones, i am tired of feeling this red colour inside my body. Dilute it, maybe?Splash a mute word, spreading like a fungus, onto my body. You see, i don’t want wildflowers, today. I am insane, and i want your insane, dark, rough love. I have nothing else to hide beneath.i can slice unhappy moon, anthills stretching this cold evening.

can you rustle, beneath the cold sheets of chills? And enunciate the dimensions of love, rainbows for me in an oblivious way? Sequins of art-work. I know your ways are more like a cobweb. A fire extinguisher, is all i wish. something that cures the sore tickle of my back, my bosom and mouth.

i don’t want  berry nights from you, i want your white shirt, to cling. I have been doing that and i shall do it. I want it to hold on like a brush on a canvas, sliding a blurb of emotion. Like a bulge on my skin towards more of left. Crimson skies full of earth.

I want that little love, that little home.

P.S -for a change I have written a romantic piece, after a hiatus now. (to my love)

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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.

47 thoughts on “a little love”

  3. “like a brush on a canvas, sliding a blurb of emotion. Like a bulge on my skin towards more of left. Crimson skies full of earth.”

    This is really something.. so beautifully conveyed …. Loved it ❤

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      1. I was absent from WP for quite a time now and could not manage time to write and read fellow bloggers….

        And now that I am back, there is no way I can miss out any of your creative works…

        Much love ❤

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  7. You are an artist through and through, no matter your subject matter. I am fond of this piece! I especially love how you wrote on insanity and love. That, to me, speaks more of what it means to be human. 🖤🖤🖤 ~K

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  14. This is subtle and intense and at same time….I mean you are different..you are not asking like m ..you desires are different…you like intensity in Love…that too in subtle and unique way ..I cantt write the poetic brilliance… because I am just feeling it..some poem are not meant to be for brain…this is one of it

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