There, beyond the ripples of mouth,
lovers sits & communicate,
through the sprint in their lashes,
flutter of springs.
a translucent shadow defies time.
for that particular moment.
small things begin to dilate.
too much convulsions,
temperature drop, wrinkled grass land.
A grasshoper watches sky detonating.
laughters circulating the wobbly afternoon.
A visceral face expanding.
There are marks.
marks on the filtered earth,
A wasp of Lilith neck.
Lovers scamper across the evening sky,
floating through the oasis of skin,
flesh, promises, a picture to repeat the art.
the shapes that attach like clay.
Beautifully done. I’ll be reading this again.
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Hey, thanks a lot. Means so much to me.
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A dazzling lyrical burst. – tsk
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So kind of you.
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so gorgeous – a very different take than you usually write
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Stunning and beautifully well crafted work of poetry. š
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Always so beautiful
(I was EC once)
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Love this, love your work. This is the kind of poetry that should reach all people in the world.
You’re brilliant! Have a great day!
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Thank you Haril. (If that’s your name) .I am pleased.
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Yep that’s me, glad you got it first time.
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And somehow i cant access your blog. Some glitch or something. Though i have seen you on insta, right?
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Oh bummer. Well, my Instagram is @lettershots… If that’s the one you’ve visited
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Yes, i did.
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Are you a fan of AndrƩ Breton?
You often capture his style.
Huge compliment btw!
This was layered and deep, especially the last stanza.
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Oh wow! Actually, that’s a huge thing to listen to.
But no, I am not a fan oh his work. Infact I have read his work only a little bit. I do like it.
But thank you. Jeez!!
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Lol.
No problem
Xxx
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Wow. This is a treat to heart ā¤ļø
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Thankyou Priya.:)
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Loved this, love all of your works Iāve read. Brilliant ā¤ļøšš¼
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I am so humbled.š
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So beautiful!
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Like you.āŗļø
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How sweet of you to say that!
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Wow! This wonderfully captures the different elements of love in such a calm and surreal way!
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This is just so rich.
A supernova. What imagery. Ahh.
It reminded me of Gulzar.
The opening stanza is full of conversations but all i heard was silence. Beautifully done.!!
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Thank you! I was just wandering through your writings. They are beautiful.
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Thank you.
And i really meant that question not merely as a compliment.
You are prolific without being cliched. No easy feat. How does one achieve that…
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I write abstract and surreal only. And I stay away from rhymes and loose Poetry.
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Most rhymes one sees nowadays are forced. Often painful to read.
Yup, abstract and surreal!! So much said, so much unsaid.
Reader. Go find yourself in between these two extremes.
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Aww, each stanza is a sheer delight to read. The metaphor and the vivid imagery you use to define love and passion is just brilliant.
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