NaPoWriMo# 11 Point of origin
It began under the chalice of my mother’s yellow palm.
Point of absolute silence. Her womb carried me like lotus full of vignette scars.
There was a tingling whiff on my small eyes. I was born amidst the petals of soft kisses, soft scars.
A concave chin of mole and anxiety dripped. I had no mouth. My mouth got submerged somewhere in the lost voices. I grew later on like a cleaved peanut.
The rain entered my eye like a century of heavy screams. At times, I was golden, an arched brow of perfection.
I felt my body scattering to the noise of wind. My adulthood held my fingers.
Boys spewing an eclipse onto my face. The winds grew out of my stomach. I vomited like a twig curling and stretching to escape something.
The quiet pulse of white corona silenced my anxiety. I pondered on this reality now how to walk, how to sit, hot to twitch and ache.
An illusion of white farm often blinded me. Shook me.
I evolved like the sun swivelling the painted sky.
Murmuration of thin sheets of god like structure telling me to expand more and more. I became elastic. Sponges of famous time.
I watch those bird now, sitting in my balcony, those fuchsia music they make, it completes my broken system. That orange sky embossing my chest each day.
That open vacant air.
I watch patiently Himalayan snowflakes filling my empty cheekbones. The whirlpool of trees and the fruit they drop. It smoothens my eye for life.
A poet who stood in front of this eternity.
Ingesting walks of thousand of suns and moons.
Secured, the stretch mark of life is a beautiful thing
running through my rainbow body.
This time, the image was Van Gogh. Especially here: I evolved like the sun swivelling the painted sky.
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Oh my my. I can die peacefully now.🙏
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I was born amidst the petals of soft kisses, soft scars. Brilliant.
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Thank you Yassy. ❤️
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Welcome sweetie
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Absolutely smitten with this verse.
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❤️❤️
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“Secured, the stretch mark of life is a beautiful thing
running through my rainbow body.”..This complete the portrait of e poet for me. This was sublime, Devika. One of my favirote from yours.
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Thank you so much for this love. You are my constant.❤️
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My absolute pleasure. I coudn’t resist to share this beauty.
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Reblogged this on Megha's World and commented:
Come read these sublime words from my favorite poetess I absolutely adore. A treat for the National Poetry Month.
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Aww. You gem ❤️
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🙂
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This is just incredibly beautiful and awesome!
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Thankyou so much
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You were born in the folds of time – you survive and gave birth to such brilliant poetry
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That’s just so beautiful. Thank you.
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My absolute pleasure
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Stunning work 💛
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Thank you.❤️
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Long and lovely..the line ” born between soft scars and soft petals” is beautiful..i can actually write long paragraph about this..but right now i can’t…but its amazing poem
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Thankyou means a lot to me.
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Incredible and such stunning imagery of metaphors. Beautifully done. 🙂
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Thankyou Charlie.
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You’re so very welcome. 🙂 Miss reading your work.
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I felt my body scattering to the noise of wind.” Oh this is beautiful.
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❤️❤️
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This is brilliant and beautiful, Devika. 💜
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Thank you Angie.
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You’re welcome!
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