yes, its the drop of ink
on my mouth of hallucinations.
The pink, wet curvature of hope.
I am not always dark, for all you think so.
I often melt and float with a sestina on my hip.
A swollen ebb of amnesia and what not.
I am an empty room with a mahogany chair soaked in the sun.
I often swing like neem trees.
Those are the things, blue as ink and sturdy as ivory.
And i knit such dreams into my belly button.
Generating brick buildings on soft petals.
I don’t have much to say on these days.
I am often lonely in silence too.
Those things spread their luscious arms.
Its eternal, still body.
A capsule with powders of night secrets.
for those are the things i carry at my spine and lungs.
things that really matters.
Things that i pray of distilled white.
True to your high standards, this is definitely beautiful and quite satisfying.
I always feel fortunate when I see your poems MVS. Not that I understand them well, but I have the satisfaction of reading class.
And I love it just for that.
It’s wonderful
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And that means a lot.
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You deserve much more than that MVS ❤️
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Ah! This is SO beautiful. I love “the pink wet curvation of hope.” Just beautiful
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Thank you girl.
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You are so welcome
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MVS, you claim you don’t have much to say, but you penned a beautiful poem.
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A genius mind will only know this.
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Lovely!
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Gorgeous imagery!!!
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Thanks girl.
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This is beautiful. The last stanza is resonating with my life.
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So thankful to you for reading.
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My pleasure. 🙂
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Gorgeous
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Luna, your kind words always make me smile.
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Brilliant! I love making people smile. Especially people who share their talent with the world 😊
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🌹❤🙂🤗
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Painfully Awesome 😢😥😭
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I am often lonely in silence too. – Oh. How relatable this particular line is, echoing in my head. MVS! You truly deserve more appreciation for your work. I mean it.
Damn! The world should not miss a beautiful poet like you… Never.
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Yeah, I feel that line too. And I do get appreciation, it’s just recently something has happened.
Thank you for your wishes, S.❤️
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Perfect
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🙏
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Poetry painted like water colours on a canvas of a body.
Beautiful
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Thanks
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Reading you always gives me some kind of relief.
*back in my mind, someone is being praised*
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Thanks Sumit.
I am so thankful.
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This one melts my heart every time I read it. ❤
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Wow, awesome poem
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Thank you
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your welcome
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What I love about reading your poems is how you keep evolving and the dark yet beautiful surrealism tones blend so well with how you capture the essence of poetry itself.
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🙏🙏
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🙂
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Very nice
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Isn’t both silence and lonely peaceful and serene – I love both
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Truly!
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😊🌸
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Smooth yaaaaa…..first time experiencing normal poem from you
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Yeah, and I ain’t satisfied with this one.
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Good
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You are this and many more.I have to pause my breath while reading your beautiful expositions of pain and longing.” Mahogany chair soaked, and the neem tree swinging and the sestina ..such beautiful words, my dear.
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Aw, you and your kind words just leave me all speechless. You really are a beautiful soul. Thanks Megha.
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🙂
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Lovely
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