God is a storm,
brewing my heart
for countless whelms.
God is a vagina,
spurting the love
in more silence.
God is a teardrop,
gushing in pain
that unfetters.
God is never,
a still slaughter
in a sole image.
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Oh dear woman, I am in love with your poetry!
ReplyDelete"God is a vagina spurting the love in more silence." I wish I could shed a few tears over the beauty of that line! Brilliant.
~Nandini
I love your lovely lines on my blog !
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