Physical Existence- Devika Mathur

From Whisper and the Roar.

Whisper and the Roar

Dyslexia, into my thin membrane
to hear your wounding tales
Pervicacious drops of blood stick to my venom
I hear wars, tremors, haze into the folds of my skin,
like palpable beggar’s eye.
My white bed-sheet mark my body with cuts, acidic tears
Proliferating porous permanent scars
Hush, my words are twisting into my own stomach,
My thick mouth deteriorates again and again
Observe my skin, its expanding its dimensions
Changing seasons, changing colours
Squalid eyes pinch the glance, time pokes thorns on my tongue
Am I a myth, still being a reality?
Or I am the reality in your venal liquid baked body.

©My Valiant Soul


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9 Comments

  1. Always as deep and softly elegant…

    By the way, my dearest, thank you so much for your comment on my last post yesterday, I just needed to open my eyes on a current situation I was repeating endlessly … with your wise words you opened them… thank you!
    I deleted that post, and replaced it something new. I still can’t let go completely but I’m thankful your words made me see what “I was doing”… 😀

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  2. I don’t know what to comment,because anyways you write good always..but particular to this one..it’s little less compared to your previous poems..I am sorry if I am speaking wrong..as I a reader this is what I felt..those are good lines,but I think this is not up-to your standard

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