Empty spaces-
blank as a curve
blank as a quiet sky
blank as a hawk
blank a curvature on apex
blank as a haunted corridor.
Empty spaces-
blank as a fallen sky
blank as a single eye
blank as a numb wound.
Do you see such patterns of absolute pauses?
You are as blank as a naked word
baffled each day by air’s uncertainity.
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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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Beautiful
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Wow!! The ending is breath-taking 💙
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Thank you gorgeous.
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Lovely poem. And I am currently obsessed with your poem ‘Cleansing Ritual’ after reading it on Visual Verse. It spoke to me on a level that needs investigating, in prose or verse. Thank you!
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Blank as a heart,
So blank that I’m speechless to appreciate.
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Wow. 🥺🧡💜
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