I,a memory in myself
as days passed like clouds
untraceable,I shifted
from me to nullity, in where
discovered a new frame
to wear before shedding
this worn skin and bones.
 No wish remained as you 
weaved my crust,
 hence i stretched my
rusted frame in trust,
all presumptions formed
since ages, faded once
you stringed and knotted 
my fear and ignorance
into a beautiful jewellery
to wear courageously
despite maggots feeding
my putrid body,liberating 
as an exultant,with trumpets
sounding in far lands as again
i  flew blissfully into the myriad .
Picture courtesy @Purity Ring, Bonnaventure James @bonnaventure

About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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3 Responses to Myriad

  1. Dear Poetess Piusha Singh,
    Instead of a review and inspired by your above verse, I wish to post the below lines for your next blessings,
    ” The soft skin,
    Lie for a worst sin.
    Ribs uncovered;
    Eve was recovered,
    Life condensed in paradise,
    Love condemn to jeopardize
    Bare and rare in wild forest caves,
    Crashed by the ocean waves,
    Silky skin to decay in the mud,
    Skull bone, never break to shred,
    Man is not to be so handsome,
    Women is not splendor for some…”
    Regards & Love


  2. Piusha Singh says:

    Wow!those are excellent verses William,thank you for your kind remarks.
    Many blessings


  3. Reblogged this on williamsji and commented:
    Excellent verse, my applause, Regards WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

    Liked by 2 people

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