My last night’s ritual falls on this table
watching a landscape spread across, vivid blue with raw images
of skies, wrappers of sunsets.
life from life
splitting beneath the heaviness of that sky.
A shadow sits on the curtains,
carefully weeding out
like music
Observing the forms of love that occurs.
Cheeks of orange crepe, cracking
a voice so brave and young I could hear.
A bed with two chairs.
Watching things falling in a syntax
of a molted clay
shaped like rooms inside a room.
I am again pondering
over chilled cold nights
over topic about men & Gods
as the air slips through my lips.
The existence that lives outside the memory.
Your writing is a brilliant symphony of thought and magical words!!
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Appreciate your words.
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It is a sincere pleasure.
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Devika, your poetry is divine. I marvel at every word you write.
G.
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Thank you beautiful .
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My pleasure 🙂
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I love what you did here, it ends the poem perfectly:
“I am again pondering
over chilled cold nights
over topic about men & Gods
as the air slips through my lips.
The existence that lives outside the memory.”
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I am in love with this verse, MVS. Absolutely stunning!
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Yiee❤❤
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❤️🌹
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Ohhh such an imaginatio you have..😊
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You always have a way to make us imagine your views. /p>
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Thank you Sumit.
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It is spectacular indeed🤗
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Thank you.
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You are such a brilliant composer in surrealistic poetry. The melody in this one dances with me in a rhythmic way. Love it.
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A small dose of you; a random find. It’s enough – your words and poetry comfort me like the sureness of spring. Hope you are well 💗
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Beautiful. Every word. ❤️
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Thank you.:)
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It’s the soul that wanders 🙂
You knitted this poem to fit the quote 🤗
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Thank you.
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