The women of my time spend too much time thinking,
thinking about the leftover foods
the leftover oil, cucumbers and what not
The women of my time speak a vacant language
a kind of verbiage which makes you stutter
they have a lost glory eyesight
they wish to see things yet falls on a flat surface.
The women of my time are petite and so full.
Full of things that break a human heart,
a cupboard full of memories disguised as polaroids,
fancy teacups clinging the sounds of romance
Arteries of lust flowing
lust for things beyond your skin.
They do not tuck in emotions in their garments.
Hot spaced cheeks splashing words of mahogany
the hem of skirts always full of raisins and butter.
The women of my time eat wounds like spices
more precious than the silver gems
their robes
all shades of the sunset, transformation of a child, maybe.
watching her swath their eyes becomes terrible often
terrible as watching a melting moon.
Women of my time prepare a soft warm water bath for themselves
to swim,
to eat the sins,
to eat something beyond the plastic walls,
they do shiver
yet they do not pause here.
The women of my time are goddesses: a figurative speech about liberation.
They sit and watch the open sky as if they have the light in their puerile palm.
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Well, MVS is a living legend!
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Oh my:)
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This is such a great piece! I love it!! Would it be alright if I wrote a poem inspired by this one?
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Yes surely. I would love to read it.
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Wow.. This is great! You captured the essence of world trends without judging on it. Keep up the great work!! π
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Hey, thank you so much. Appreciate your words.
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I liked your content..keep it up!
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This is fantastic!
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Thank you Lucy.:)
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True…
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Awesome poem
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Kind.
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Always
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Every time I love a new one I think it’s now my favorite. Lol.
So basically I love them all.
You are so incredibly talented
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Well i am…awed. ugh theres something magical about this poem.
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Thank you so much.:)
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This is brilliant!
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Thank you, Amartya.
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Pleasure π
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Beautifully written
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Thank you.
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Loved reading your post!
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I absolutely love this one. The softness, tenderness, courage living alongside the shadows of the dreams and the lust if the memories. We all are nothing but a big ball of expectation and promises living through the shadows of time.
You are simply brilliant Devika. How I missed your poetry.
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Hey Megha!
Thank you for the array of love messages on my work. I am just thrilled to see such immense love on my work. You read my word so religiously and that makes me numb for some reason. I am sorry as I could not reply to all the lovely messages as I am managing my book promotion, job, and so many other issues. Though I have read all your comments and wanted to express my gratitude.
Stay safe, you beautiful.
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This is brilliant Devika!!!
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Just love it!
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Thank you Cindy.
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Pleasure!π
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The descriptions and metaphors were perfect. You painted a picture with your words.
Great job MVS
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So glad you liked it.
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I love reading you. Your words have ability to bring life out of dead cells, trust me. ππ§‘πβ€
Numerous shades and magic tunes together β¨
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Thank you Shreya. That is surely an encouragement. Stay well, I know how you feel but do remember that you have the ability to create magic.:)
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Beautiful poem and thoughts and awesome religion π
My religion is Kindness and Compassion ππ
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Lovely!
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Thankyou girl.
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An absolute masterpiece.
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Thankyou dear Moushmi.
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Very weil written poem! Love all your great images in your poem!
dwight
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Means a lot.:)
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You are welcome!
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Thankyou.:)
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How I wish the women of our time remembers the value of been a woman, a mother and wife
Most really dwelling on left over cucumbers π€£π€£π€£
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And there is so much beyond that.
Thank you for spending time.:)
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Wonderfully profound!
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Thank you.
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‘The women of my time are goddesses: a figurative speech about liberation. They sit and watch the open sky as if they have the light in their puerile palm.’ Awesome.. ππΌπππΌππΌπβ€π
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Hey. Thankyou so much for your generous words.
We are indeed Goddesses!’)
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“The women of my time eat wounds like spices
more precious than the silver gems
their robes
all shades of the sunset . . .”
I do not want to say this poem shadows ignorance. Here I feel as if the women are simply living. When one lives, there is nothing but life, and life is a colorful and painful as chili powder and turmeric . . .
Thank you for sharing writing that invites though and multiple perspectives!
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I am so glad as you get the essence of this piece. Women of our times are so imperative and powerful.
Thank you Jaya.
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Really admire your work
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Thank you so much.:)
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Brilliant Brilliant Brilliant
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Thankyou.π
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