Strangled knots of colourless dreams, poking the inside of my mind smooth as a lullaby dark as your sins, it’s a mercury dropping a dust into the mole of my face, melting, fidgeting with your callous hands, your callous words, the dirt is what stops the heat- The dirt is what fades a star, and… Continue reading Pause

Shut down

I find no motivation here, things are abrupt. My writings have ruined I feel. Call it a writer’s block or whatever the fuck, I just don’t feel like writing and my creativity has been literally coiled in loops now. I might close by blog, I might not. But surely I know, no one cares! Peace… Continue reading Shut down

A vintage truth

Photographs are blurred memories, of faked, chipped, plastered walls cracking like walnuts, eating its own body- Walls & bones dissolving inside the tooth of dust, memories can be fatal, if picturized or vandalised. All memories collide inside flaky cheeks producing abhorrence of stars, photographs stick like a parasite to your naked soul & exposes the… Continue reading A vintage truth

I carry spring & children

i have a tongue of colours with rooms of spaces, mapping you & me. A Polaroid stitch of sinking, like bubbles erupting in my hollows of womanhood, i have an eye like the sky- drugged, fuller lips with ashtray of hopes, I spin in my own body, toes kissing head heads going missing- like a… Continue reading I carry spring & children


I was the one with bruises and stones in my mirror-eyed reflection a reflection of you, mother the cacophony of time and hours floating inside your eyes, the heaviness of pebbles and rituals. Your arm mocked your cerulean breast, with its swollen stigma of memoirs and some pictures, vintage. I combed your concave mouths of… Continue reading Time&You

Nurse or nun//

i want to discover the process of sanity & amorphism where i can discover pure breaths, inundating through little grass like grasshopper smoothening my skin, eating my aches and sins. The whiteness of this overloaded sky, perforated as my pain I want to swim in the sky, tearing off the sky-dress, lightning dripping like blood,… Continue reading Nurse or nun//

Coming soon: Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective:
? “One of the delights of this collection is the sheer diversity of voices, unconstrained, with differing syntax, forms, loss of form, deliberate omissions and styles, one moment you are reading a condensed prose-poem about the origin of life, the next a confessional bleeding rip from the heart about…

The truth of this Skin

This Skin is transparent, like a stitch to spew, to flatter the moments of despair. The bruises occur, with an open mouth an empty sheet of braided dreams this skin claps and claps with a bowl of spewing lotus, and a hollow dripping hocus-pocus Peppermint& honey drops with earbuds sagging, this skin melts, in the… Continue reading The truth of this Skin

Recent Trends

Some people I see these days are like broken paragraphs of my poetry with a missing meter and inconsistent gravity Detonation of disgust pits and addition of volatile vodka stammers my insipid vision. Half moon, half-blood, half mouth covered, like a decomposition of the great Odyssey. Some people these days are like Vintage tributes( but… Continue reading Recent Trends

this poem is a liquid moon

My nights are inked to the soiled sheets of tears where the callous jaw bleeds inhuman poison, or a thing pale as your heart i sew it up to my nostrils, cold the fragrance, shrieking my inside pits, its dark, like blank spaces Everything seems to be a show- off your hands, your lips my… Continue reading this poem is a liquid moon

The art

your slurpy mouth holds magic to sediment a stoic seed of silence, like silence. calm shades governing, a tip-toed saliva of blank eyes, a life kissing a life. behind your earlobe, the sky falls, in tunes of carbon thick slices of carbon. coal romances with fire, life exists everwhere. ©MVS

Mind That Kills- Introducing Devika Mathur

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective:
It’s my mind that kills me with red black weapon, moments and moments of death, in my ribcage, broken and violet often I am a dissolving piece of cracks and a faded memory. I count the moles of the dark anxiety cloying sickness of stinking stress, in the hollows…


That’s life. Run among the Autumn leaves. Run among your cascading bruises. The skin that is swollen now, the eyes which are full of jaundice, even if fingernails fall. Run. Beneath the tree, under the valley, rub your scars, screech, shout, rub your scars again till you faint , naked facing the mirror of life.… Continue reading Circle

A small talk.

Hola, my dear readers! It has been ages since I have done a pep talk with my soul or anyone about my writings of late. I know a lot of you love my surrealistic poetry, yet since past a few days I am unable to feel the flow as if something is missing. Not a… Continue reading A small talk.