poetry

Mother, I see you.

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With hallucinating fingers of forecasting
I counted your skin and your mouth and I counted you

Your mouth poured water on my soiled heart, almost a surreal thing.
And you buttered my hair, my lips, my hips
with cerulean droplets of your vintage mirror.

I saw you taking vodka and pills while sobbing
near the cliff, near the swollen ebb,
near the Earth
to see him departing you and bisecting you
like old cassettes and used carpets
he played the keys of the mundane monopoly game,
Oh, I saw you circling your eyes
with oceans of thunders and clinging dirt

you ate so ferociously the whole dinner by yourself
like you wanted nothing but this food
and the platter was already full of brass and copper.
Mother, mother, mother
I see a soliloquy of sustenance sinking
right on the joints of your tongue
and extending deep down to your tottering chipped toenail

I have drunk the milk your poured me
rummaging the past bonds, the past sorrows
like the splitting of peas and dicing of peas.

I always wanted to surround you, Mother
And then, the time came I saw you emulsifying
Saturating and desiccating
With a cigar in your mouth, you wanted to bleed prayers
Ransacking these walls of thesis and soft love
you wished to melt and melt and melt

I sat and saw you, still scavenging your unsaid words
your love, your molten body
like Jaipuri studded skirts.
I wanted to weep and splash reality that day
in the spirits of my hallucinating verses.

But, you did not care Mother,
You melted anyway.

©MVS


 

68 thoughts on “Mother, I see you.

  1. Wow..this is too beautiful.previously I used think that,using words like Jaipur sarees or anything related to our daily life in poetry make people laugh.Because many like it raw and natural,but you used it perfectly.It’s a new lesson for me.You are anyways master of erotic and dark poetry.But small question..to write dark poetry that deep..do we have to go through th dark periods in our real life..or it is always the imagination.Can we sit near happy people and still write dark poetry even though you are happy???

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    1. Well, I can’t say much if one needs to feel the dark energy to write it or not. I have experienced some of it while the other at times are in my head.
      I believe in true and honest art so I write that mainly.
      And yes your words are extremely powerful and generous.

      Thank you so very much Kalyan.

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  2. This was such a haunting poem. Your words stun me, and the ending of this poem hit me so sharply, as well as gently imprinted itself in my mind like a lingering memory.
    Just beautiful.
    Thank you for sharing.

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      1. I know 😦 I get in a bit of a rut now and again but I have written a couple of pieces offline that I will probably post soon. I still enjoy reading my favourite writers in the meantime though:) I hope you are fine too. ❤

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