You see my vintage phone
sitting on the desk, dust settling
it doesn’t ring anymore,
still as 12 am. clock strikes silence over head.
And the curtains on the walls immovable,
the threads are lifeless now
yet reflects the shadows of bygones.
The quietude takes me
to an abandoned land of dead flowers, rotten.
You see my vintage necklace
twirling around my neck
and embellishing my skin of tanned feather,
it glows in daylight and sparkles in moonlight.
I am in a scrutiny since long
regarding this provoking quietness hovering
inside my conscience,
which clips to my skin, and hangs into my soul.
-SHREYA
Just amazing, Shreya…๐๐
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Thanks, Divyang. ๐ซ
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Wonderfully composed as always. Loved it ๐ฅ๐๐
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Thanks, Shreyas. Nice to see you here. ๐
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Beautiful composed โค๏ธ
Loved the line”it glows in daylight and sparkles in moonlight”.
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Thank you so much for reading my poetry. โค
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“Provoking quietness hovering inside my conscience” Lovely lines. When our moral compass stills in silence, that’s certainly a cause for concern.
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So rightly said. Thanks for reading, Roshni. ๐
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The last stanza…loved it, especially the phrase “provoking quietness”… ๐
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Thank you so much. ๐ Also glad to see you back.
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I’m happy too… to be here again… ๐
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Wow, loved it.
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Thanks, Kajal. ๐งก
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Beautiful compose.
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Tha ks dear. ๐
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Thanks*
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Loved the language and words, ‘clips under skin and hangs into your soul’ plus I love vintage things
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Aww. Thanks Jude, always. ๐งก
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My pleasure Shreya๐ค๐ผ
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