W O R D S – A N D- L O V E

if my fingers break
 with the timeline of chiselled cheeks
 of lust for words
 of hunger for hunger

if turquoise veins
 open up,
 longitudes of the fallen mind
 like the rupturing of seeds
 without a sound,
 a mindless game
 What it shall be called?

the itch on my legs
 on my lips of words,
 a lover of minds
 click: and a word appears
 like a magic or a sonogram
 What it shall be called?
 My cleaved mind
 or the love of broken nails.

©WORDS- Devika Mathur/ MVS

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my valiant soul

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.

24 thoughts on “W O R D S – A N D- L O V E”

  5. Absolutely fabulous MVS. Here’s where my ambition lies, to be able to write somewhere close to your writing.
    But sometimes I feel I should spend my time wisely, merely spending it on following and reading your posts.
    Good going. Godspeed 🌹

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  6. Each time I read your poetry, I am left in awe at your use of figurative language in describing human emotion, feels and worldly elements. Just stunning!

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      1. It’s true. Unique poetry has always drawn me in, especially when it also shows the writer behind. Your poetry has always done that and I am grateful to be able to read it.

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