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Intractable Pain

Sometimes I want to make myself an ink
that needs to be written on the
canvas of your body.
As if my my soul is the cap,
And your body is a pen.
We gotta be one again.
My love is the brush
Your dedication is the stroke.
That calms our hurricane.
My broken pieces are letters
And your softness is a word.
Believably, you’re the cure
For my intractable pain.

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Sumit Yadav(25), popularly known as SumitOfficial, is a blogger from Mumbai who has been writing since 5 years, and has posted 600+ Blog Posts till now. He is an MBA and works in an Educational Industry in Mumbai as a Senior Career Consultant. His spare-time activities include creative things like -- Acting, Photographing, mimicking, singing. He has worked with Radios, appeared on National TV, interviewed authors, appeared on newspapers for multiple activities, and has written reviews for magazines. Also, he's been consistently writing offline in his journals for more than 875+ days now. He believes in Continuous Progression, and Exponential Growth. 

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56 thoughts on “Intractable Pain”

  2. Hey Sumit,
    Got another wonderful read.This gives the feel of assurance and secure in love. I loved all the metaphors you used here.
    Hope you’re having good day.

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      3. I am very glad you posted it. You said this right, the poem which writer couldn’t satisfy might like by many readers. It’s beautiful when you go with a flow sumit.
        How was your day today?

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    1. Hey, thanks a lot for reading and loving it Sanjana. This is always my motive to comprise the feeling and make it into a prose. Because storytelling is easy but to tell the entire scenario in few words is, a times, difficult.

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  10. Again….
    Sumitttttttt ✨

    How mangnificiently you have used this word intractable…I can’t tell you.

    And…Sumit …I am amazed…you know everything haa…here all about painting thing….canvas.. brushes..all the paint brush strokes…
    From where do you find such sharp concepts…haa?

    I am falling for your poem..by each passing day..
    This line has hinged me..
    Your dedication is the stroke.
    That calms our hurricane. 

    This is amazing..
    Your poems are now getting a cure for all the intractable pain of us✨

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  12. This is bliss Sumit!
    How creatively you have talked about brush, stroke, pen hurricane! Only you could have thought it in this way.

    And the last lines as always were more than beautiful. I like confessions in your words. How you always tell your beloved what she is to you. And how it is different each and every time.

    I loved this one really!
    See yaa✨

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