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Mar 9Liked by Punit Thakkar

While reading this poem, i feel like, i am smoothly sailing with it

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Love this edition! Honored to have offered a bit of inspiration 🥲 Thanks for the shoutout! I especially love the question “What makes you feel real?” Like you, the “clap clap” of my brain when I’m writing makes me feel real. Also, the tangible rhythm of laughter — mine and others’. And the goosebumps that tickle my skin when I’m in awe — of a view, a song, or a courageous act. How wonderful to get out of our heads for a bit and remember we are here in the flesh, real.

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Mar 7Liked by Punit Thakkar

Oh I enjoyed this! "clap clap goes the brain!" I'm glad to have been an inspiration. I'm like so many - complex, multi-faceted; a human, in other words! I love my family, I see beauty in life, my faith drives me, art comes out of my clapping brain, you'll find me curled up with a good book, I'm a driven employee, excel at academics, and uncertain about so many things. Pieces of me; who am I?

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Enjoyed all your thoughts for a happy day! I loved poetry, since I sat on a small chair at 4 and heard the story lady read Wynken, Blyken and Nod...I just came across Thriftibooks on the Internet and bought 5 books of poetry and more. The poetry books contained some of my favorites, such as, IF by Rudyard Kipling and Invicturs by Wm Earnest Henley.; plus love poetry ...Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe and How Do I love thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. My February 20th substack: Love Changes Everything...barbaracharis.substack.com)... I even put in a couple of my poems that were in the National Library of Poetry.

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Mar 5Liked by Punit Thakkar

Thank you Punit for the mention. It's an honor. So, a little gift from me below

😊

I am like acrylic

slowly stretch and elongate my thick colour on the canvas

my ears hear music inside but without a human voice

I leave my fingerprint among the digits passing by with a crackling noise

I'm the steam left on the mirror and a sound for a moment

I pass through you like an electric wave and in a moment I disappear

I am transposed somewhere in space by your imagination next to you

and when you open the door attracted by the discrete probability distribution

you'll see only me

but you need to unplug from the device

the key is in the door

just turn the key to the clockwise and press the handle discreetly, without sudden movements

so as not to startle me

🛸

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Oh, how lovely, Punit! What a brilliant poem - and thank you so much for the mention! 😊

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