The emptiness of a man is not like emptiness on the wall,
it is platonic through the creeping sky.
The emptiness that talks to your mind,
where you understand the unparalleled world.
There is something bursting beneath the jawline,
something that produces more than a lonely feeling.
a sparrow reckons my dead poem-
a saddened tale that blooms under the belly,
They call it a dead poet’s nightmare.
A thing so vacant as if it never wished to exist.
The emptiness speaks of its beauty,
the narrow yesterday
The love poems of an old man.
I scream about my lies to the yellow walls,
a cue of slipping satisfaction from there.
What am I left with?
the most tangible noise to hear.
the warm crooked interiors,
the knob- cylinders empty,
t.v remote desiccated,
for noises inside the mind make enough noises.
There are fingers stretching forward like Spring
for help,
these lips, unfurling to revolve a poem about a poetess
so warm,
dead,
warm,
to be told somewhere in the empty walls once again.
Beautiful
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Thank you:)
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☺️
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I had to re-read this part three times because of its depth:
“I scream about my lies to the yellow walls,
a cue of slipping satisfaction from there.
What am I left with?
the most tangible noise to hear.
the warm crooked interiors,
the knob- cylinders empty,
t.v remote desiccated,
for noises inside the mind make enough noises.
There are fingers stretching forward like Spring
for help,”
Welcome back, Devika.
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Hey Tre,
I missed you and people over here a lot. I really wish health and happiness to you. And thank you for always staying put with me.
Loads of love.
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You’re most welcome. I’ve missed you too. *big hugs* Peace and blessings.
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So Devika-ish, and damn good!
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Awww:)
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Amazingly beautiful. Loved this.
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Thank you.
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“I scream about my lies to the yellow walls”
The greatest depths have been covered with this.
A bit late to read this Magnificient post, but glad I did mark it! Keep up the amazing work.
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Thank you so much.
Such a nice feedback.
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It is always a pleasure to get lost in your magical words.
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So sweet.:)
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Great read! Reminds of that feeling, where you want to talk about the Silence by being silent….
Keep it up!!
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Yes, so true. Thank you for reading.
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A very emotive penning that has great fluid movement and exceptional depth. Stunning!
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Thank you.
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You’re very welcome.
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‘…The emptiness that talks to your mind,
where you understand the unparalleled world.
There is something bursting beneath the jawline,
something that produces more than a lonely feeling..’
I missed your writings Devika!
♥️♥️
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Hi shivani.
Thank you for such generous words.
Loads of love.
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The magic in this misery
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It is.
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Beautiful closing lines. Especially the deep need and craving for ou words to encapsulate us and fill the crevices of our loneliness.
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