The sweet innocent Palm.

The shambolic evening sings music

With petals of petunia in my thigh

I mock at the hypocrite crowd

The masked souls, enough of charcoal tonight

I shall burst my bubbles of insanity you say, for I am home to wild hills

Where the temple bell sing jingles to my arteries

Sinking in my color, the eccentric red blood

Coinciding with my footsteps, filling the craters of my lipstick

Filling the lacuna of my hairline

Giving it an atom of granite

Splendid marks will arise from my delight soul kissing even your dark loopholes

Will you do the same? Oh shame!

I have the meraki of dark silence comforted as butter in my palm

My sweet innocent innocuous palm.

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A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

47 thoughts on “The sweet innocent Palm.”

  15. Your commanding and brilliant use of adjectives is second to none. You stimulate the imagination of the reader like fireworks on New Year’s Eve. I think my favourite here is how you cast aside the charcoal for more vibrant colours. It really shows that while you embrace your dark side, you also flourish in the light. I love how easily and almost imperceptibly you were able to juxtapose the darkness with the light in this poem. This is why you are such a great poet, Devika – you draw readers in, like sheep to their shepherd, and you hold them with your amazing ability to weave stories that touch hearts and souls, connecting us to your words, emotions and life force. Beautiful!! I think I have now read every thing you have posted and it feels good 🙂

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    1. You actually have read all my work and here I stand still guilty as I am unable to read your latest posts. I will surely head over there soon.

      But your insights have made my day really. So much appreciation coming from you tells me I have not lost my writing skill which I was doubting off late.
      You are yourself amazing and truly you are a stunning person.
      Thankyou so much writer friend.

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      1. You need never apologize to me for not being able to always read me. I understand the poet’s mind and heart and soul.
        I will also admit, I sensed your doubt in your work and wondered how could that be for you are one of the greatest poet’s I know.
        When I say I love your words, I mean it. When I say I truly admire the poet behind those words, I mean that, too.
        I am humbled by your comments to me but this is all you. I will always read you with the closeness your poetry deserves and I will always share my thoughts with you.
        You are welcome, my dear writing friend 🙂

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      3. Awww, smiling, now there’s a beautiful image!!! Your writing deserves more accolades than I could ever give. I just want you to always know that your work is precious to me and is among the most profound I have ever read. You are welcome, always 🙂

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  16. I wanted to see where you started and here I am, in awe at how you weave words. I couldn’t help but write a poem for you, though I did not mention your name, but to me, you are the weaver. I hope it wasn’t too forward of me. I love your poetry and hope to one day excel at it as you do. ❤ ❤ ❤

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