i have written in my belly,
a thing for you,
your name that clamours this wall.
i have it preserved into my bones,
these skeletons of dark bowl.
ah! your voice, eccentric, atoms of atoms.
you blink, and i am basket of sunsets.
this life is a point of conversation.
with you, i skip this life.
a word that flutters still, like a pill.
you,
my darling create a tremor,
with spaces white as snowflakes.
i slip into you, a swirl of art.
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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.
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Brilliant 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Oh yassy. Missed you.❤️
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💖🤗
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Last line’s awesome.
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Thank you
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I really liked it!❤
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Thank you, Beautiful.
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So beautiful!!
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Aww❤️❤️
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Heyyy!
A slip into the heart. A tremor with spaces.
Wow. Words well used.
Btw,
I was browsing through the reader’s section and just dropped by this blog.
This is the first piece of content from your blog, was worth the read. Will look out for more.
-Akshay.
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I am glad that you stumble across my blog. It’s great to know that you enjoyed my poetry and hope you would be reading more in the coming days.
For sure I will be checking your blog
Thanks.
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Sure thing. I’ll be reading more of it often. ♥️🌟
Keep shining
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I’ve missed your words.
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Thank you for reading then.
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Lovely classic beautiful poetry dear🌹🌹🌹
Keep up great work👌👌👌
Have a beautiful Shivratri and amazing day…may all your wishes fullfill this year…
Keep blogging classic poetry my friend 💐
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Oh, you blink and I’m a basket of sunsets. This line itself defines the deep soulful love you have within and how it stirs your soul. Amazing words Devika.
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Utterly rich. So well done!!
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Thank you, Bill
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My pleasure.
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It’s so beautiful.
I read your poems , as if lullabies.
I hope to dream in them.
Soon
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