I do not need a bowl of salvation
for i see people dying each day
the walls of fragile mind
separating recklessly.
Florals of weak mind abstain from blooming
as it was never a state of peace.
As I write this poetry
I weep
I weep thinking of my existence
of the silences that creates a hue of colourless Sun.
I sink
thinking about the old moments
where conversations were simple
conversations made of pink wool
of memories and hands.
These days i imagine a single strand of grass
infused into the tunnel of my thin skin
to sit and spread a smell that wipes
things so small
things full of cold elements.
The body is driven mad
by the sight of people now
failing to comprehend the existence of things so bright.
I have a body now
that refuses to walk
a body so cold
a lifeless abstract piece of art.
(written after all that is happening around the world. I feel terrible.)
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You’ve justified your writings with this piece!
It’s beautiful Vedika!
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Thank you! Btw it is Devika.
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It was typing error!
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No issues.:)
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The intent was very clear. Wonderful expression
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Thank you love.
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Makes me feel the same. Beautiful 💛
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Thank you Shreya.
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Devika, this is gorgeous. And yes, what is happening now is terrible.
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Thank you beautiful. I hope you are doing okay?
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I am fine Devika, Thank you. However, I am pretty upset. I am tired of racism and of sociopaths.
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Yes! I am so sick of it. I really wish nothing but humanity to prevail. May you have all the strength, Gabriella.
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You too Devika.
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Very poignant and heartfelt. Thanks for caring.
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I feel the pain.
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Poignant but such is the situation………hope to see better days soon
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Yes, prayer and hope works fine.
But the mind often forfeits it.
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Yes I agree
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Maybe the time has come to fill the slate once again, quite interesting and thought-provoking!
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Yes, we have to.
Thanks for reading.
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Oh my god, this is amazing. It is beautiful and tragic. I can really feel the details in this piece. Absolutely reflective and poignant; so relevant to this world.
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I feel so delighted to know that. Thank you Lucy for reading my work.
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impressive expression
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Thank you!!
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This is a gorgeous piece of work – well done
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Thank you Shantanu.
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My absolute pleasure
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I also long for “simple conversations made of pink wool of memories and hands”. These times are weighing heavy on my mind as well. Beautiful poem!
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Simple conversations are everything.
Thank you for reading.
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The body has always been an abstract piece of art. But is there anything more transcendental than the mind herself?
You’ve written well Devika!
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Such an imperative thought.:)
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A lovely piece of work, Devika.
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Hey, thank you so much.
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“The body is driven mad
by the sight of people now
failing to comprehend the existence of things so bright.”
I feel you and the pain that encapsulate us these days.
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