The voids in between remind me of that propensity
Pointing towards those excessive trust I embark upon
Uncontrolled insanity marked those emotions fibbing in nerves
It’s hard to differentiate between the known and unknown perception
Dating back those obsessed passion, pressed marks vacated in haste
Leaving all of sudden with a kiss on the knuckle
It somehow empowered the soul of mine,
which thought to have you back
Holding tight with your fingers, I endured the anguish
I acted swiftly with a shrug,
clasped my hands together to squeeze the feeling of uncertainty
Appreciable in the approach,
I saw those knuckles frozen in the hope of rising again
Sooner to see, the callus growing in between the thickened healing of mass
But buried that sympathy in the persuasion of never bending back,
not even with you between the knuckles.
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Yes Vrinda, I enjoyed your poem 🙂
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Thank you for your readership, Athira!
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Most welcome Vrinda!
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That’s a wonderfully penned poem! Somehow, differentiating between the known and unknown perception resonates strangely with me.
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Thank you, Introverted thoughts. I believe I did justice to my thoughts and that’s why you could resonate certain lines.
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My pleasure! Also, please call me D (as Introverted Thoughts is too long a name).
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Thank you, D. I was in an dilemma of how to address you.
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Knuckles; I’ll never think of them quite the same. Nice poem! ❤️ Cindy
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I hope I ignited something positive in your thought. Thank you for reading my poem, Cindy.
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Always Vrinda!!!! Thank you and you’re so welcome!!!❤️
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Nice poem!😍
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Thank you so much, Hemalatha. I appreciate your time taken to read my poem.
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