The anatomy of a writer

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The slavering glance on the ascenting sun, a puff of smokes emanated,

the typewriter relentlessly working like a labour in the magnamious farms

The sun brings light,but as if the darkness in the back of her room was a metaphor of her.

Her pessimism was artistry as she carved words out of her calamitous abyss,

She penned love to hold it within her grasp, to imagine it when it was dwindling into indefinite cadences ,

She put her words as ointments to the burning flame of deception.

Legs dangling in this new dawn, her head slightly arched to the typewriter

fingers frolicing as each word drooped and embellished in a page.

Another puff escaped from her white lifeless lips, she doesn’t dream of skies or stars anymore,

She writes with not a drop of hyperbole.

Her mind is owned by satan and Beelzebub, dancing under a shallow light,

the parched tears are turning into a laughter.

Love was a foe,

It threw her off the shore

Thirty winters later, She can finally sleep in this beginning

to go to nowhere.


18 Comments Add yours

  1. Neha, this is just superb!

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    1. neha98blog says:

      Thanks dearie for such a beautiful appreciation.

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  2. Ramyani Bhattacharya says:

    Aahh. This gave me such a divine solace. Beautiful!!

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    1. neha98blog says:

      Thank you fellow amazing poet.

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      1. Ramyani Bhattacharya says:

        It’s always my pleasure. 😊 You write amazingly

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      2. neha98blog says:

        Thank you maa.

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  3. alexraphael says:

    A pleasure, as always 🙂

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    1. neha98blog says:

      Thank you Alex.

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  4. da-AL says:

    you paint a whole picture with just a few beautiful words, Neha ❤

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    1. neha98blog says:

      Thank you daal for always being so supportive.

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  5. Unni Babu says:

    The most descriptive writer I know on WordPress ❤
    magnanimous farms, calamitous abyss, indefinite cadences… your poem is like reading "vocabulary builder" book 🙂
    I highly appreciate your skill of describing events through apt words.

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    1. neha98blog says:

      Spellbound! Thank you for your appreciation Unni.

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    1. neha98blog says:

      Thanks for the reading

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  6. wow…your word selection and combinations are awesome… please return my heart Neha

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  7. “Her mind is owned by satan and Beelzebub, dancing under a shallow light”.
    These lines of yours are so charming. They remindsd me of Paradise Lost of Milton. There’s so much variety here.

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