the taste of wine for the first time in my mouth is like thousands of stinging bees occupying every inch of my salivating tongue in the same way how the taste of your love in my heart, in my soul left me wondrous, breathless, speechless, hopeful, blessed, grateful drunk and intoxicated.
so, i threw my trauma out of the garbage bin for the garbage collector to collect and dispose but you took it back and wrapped it in fancy paper with ribbons and scented color card packed perfectly like a holiday gift, then you hand it to me like a bomb bursting over in a loud noise.
there goes my trauma back all over again packed in fancy paper with ribbons and scented colored card.
“a strong woman loves, forgives, walks away, lets go, tries again, and perseveres…no matter what life throws at her.”
🌹Merry Christmas dear friends and poets. 2022 has been very kind to me.
🌹”After Rain Skies, 2nd Ed,” was published in March 2022, and was an Amazon best-seller (top 10) for more than a month. “After Rain Skies” was written to celebrate the life and the journey to healing of victims of abuse and violence.
🌹”It Ain’t Winning If Without You,” was released in August 2022. it became #1amazonbestseller #1newreleases #1hotnewreleases on (all) Amazon Markets worldwide by pre- orders alone. it is something poets could only dream of. it was #number1 on Amazon for over a month, and was on #top10 for four months. it was unbelievable.
🌹i thought i was done for 2022 with two #bestsellers but #pentopublish2022 came and i decided to submit. in October 2022 “I Am In Itself Poetry In The Dark,” was born. the contest is still running up to this writing but i felt like i’ve already won, because once again it became #1amazonbestseller #1newreleases #1hotnewreleases on (all) Amazon Markets worldwide.
🌹i am also a part of an ensemble of award-winning and best-selling authors of the anthology “Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women” by Experiments in Fiction with Gabriela Marie Milton as our editor. it was a #1amazonbestseller.
🌹my poems were published in different online literary websites such as Spillwords, MasticadoresUsa, and MasticadoresIndia. My Poem “Wednesdays Of Longing,” was nominated as Spillwords August Publication of the month. “Love Happens” is still up and a trending/popular post on Spillwords.
🌹i was featured in different magazines and newspapers; Ipoh Echo, Hindustan Metro, Enterpreneur Stories, Hindustan Bytes, Web Story India, to name a few.
🌹i was also named as one of the Top 30 Most Talented Personalities of 2022 by Republic News India in cooperation with over 50 other news agencies in India.
🌹2022, three best-selling books, one best-selling anthology, numerous well-recieved poetry publications and countless news story features…my poet heart will forever be grateful.
🌹i am also very grateful to my WP family. i just surpassed the 100,000k WP views.
🌹100, 000K WordPress views..💕💕💕 a very Merry Christmas indeed🌹🌹🌹 thank you dear friends and poets.
🌹i am truly humbled and honored that you have chosen to read and support my Poetry Site ib this day and age when watching YouTube, Tiktok, and Reels is preferred over reading Blogs and Poetry sites.
it’s true, nothing beats the joy of making stories come to life through words and verses in rhythm and rhyme.
🌹read more of my WordPress and publication journey on The Update India
i want to rest my drowsy eyes upon yours where i could see bright lights and colors where hope is reflected upon them perfectly and joy is just around the corner elegantly.
i want to rest my worn-out hands upon yours where i feel nothing but affection and tenderness where strength is manifested upon your palm and tomorrow is a better vision, like a psalm.
i want to rest my exhausted mind upon yours where i could sense your intellect that truly cares where ambition is synonymous with a loving care and life is better with your intelligence in fanfare.
i want to rest my weary heart upon yours where the intense passion for love resides where absolute protection is its concern and love, no matter what, is love in return.
i want it to be you, where promises are never broken please let it be you where i can truly rest now, forever, and always.
here we are again challenged to confront the things that we long wish to forget the obstacles we struggle to get over the pains we never get to surrender.
here we are again in a world of never-ending regrets to what was supposed to be a beginning regrets to what could have been’s instead if we weren’t dumb and stupid.
here we are again in a cycle of wondering will we ever get to the end of our suffering will we ever get to give up just love forever and never stop?
it’s never easy to be standing on the same ground as i am i don’t expect to be understood or to be accepted for i can be both your sweetest dream and your worst nightmare.
it’s not for me to beg for your concern or your discernment i don’t like your sympathy, for i am strong despite my weaknesses i am brave even when it’s time for me to embrace fear.
i don’t have time for drama and spectacle my life alone is filled with cinematic denouement and Shakespearean-inspired tragedies i played both roles; the hero and the villain of my own life story.
so don’t tell me how to live my life, for you don’t have the slightest idea how to be me don’t bullshit me with your loving care if you don’t even see the reason why i suffer.
stab me with madness, and i will bleed stab me with kindness, and i will still bleed i’ve been wounded, and i will never heal it may not be your reality, but this is mine.
This photo prompt gives me a nostalgic feeling longing for long-gone moments.
Photographs And Memories
old photographs of me you don’t want to see ‘cos baby, it makes your weary heart so blue it makes you ache like it’s not gonna be okay it makes you twinge like the pain is there to stay.
old photographs of me you don’t want to see ‘cos baby, it reminds you of the times you’re not with me it reminds you of the birthdays we failed to celebrate together it reminds you of the Christmases we never had as lovers.
old photographs of me you don’t want to see ‘cos baby, it evokes memories we didn’t make it evokes feelings that have long been neglected it evokes anger that has long been denied.
old photographs of me you don’t want to see ‘cos truth is, it hurts you so bad to witness the woman that i had become when you were not around it should have been you beside me from day one ’till the end old photographs of me you don’t want to see ‘cos reality bites, it’s true, and it sucks, maybe that you were not there in any one of them that you were never there where a moment was worth a million photographs to keep.
old photographs of me you don’t want to see ‘cos you know pretty well that behind my smiles my laughter and my sparkling eyes was a soul dying to come out to be free.
old photographs of me you don’t want to see ‘cos they are your perfect keepsakes of the love you let go of the chances upon chances you have missed and forego of the smiles, the tears, the laughter that should have been shared with you.
old photographs of me you don’t want to see old memories of me you don’t want to know ‘cos baby, you were not there with me and i was not there with you old photographs, old memories of me of what could have been’s and what ifs old photographs, old memories of me that should have been us.
michnavs 