Purple curtains drape
Windows that are shut
So tight not even air
Gets through,
Aphixiated
Anticipated
Assimilated
I stare at a wall
For hours on end.
I’m laughing now,
Like a child he says
Because I bob my head
Back and fourth as fits
Of laughter distort my
Vision.
I’m happy,
Drowning in this moment
Flowing like spilled ink
On white sheets until
I reach an irrevocable
End,
I’m weightless now,
Almost floating in
Mid-air
When an arrow hits
Its mark,
Right on the black
Spot where time
And senses cease
To exist,
Where eternal pain
Paves a way for
Oblivion.
-Nameera.
Our faces become purple while asphyxiating. So the claustrophobic sense was relatable in your play of words. Good work 🙂
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Thank you so, very much! I appreciate your time & attention. (:
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This one’s a bit complicated for me..
Hehe!
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This one talks about a state of inertia, numbness in other words that arises irrespective of circumstances/emotions. Hope that helps!
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So it’s inertia of rest. Okay.
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Yep. That’s it.
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Splendid!
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Thank you Soundarya! 🌸
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Simple, lucid and flawless
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Thanks a ton! 🙏✨
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The way you have connected a colour with a myriad of sensations is really good 🙂
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Thank you so, very much! ✨
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You’re welcome 🙂
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You have taken pain artistry to a different level
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I’m so very glad to hear that! Thanks a lot.🌸
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My pleasure always
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