this moment- and me

prismatic broken words,
an uncanny stink of whiskey,
i have evolved like a bee
phosphorescent iron blood
a cloying stink of mirror
a rasp eye stinking,
a yellow pain often talks to me in slumber,
the stirring pain in the canopy,
a blurred opaque Polaroid of nothingness( a favourite word)
it takes a sharp needle to sew the pores,
the segments already ruptured.

i float
in the abstract mouth of liquids,
detonating like stars.

this place i breathe is punctured
like hips of an old lady,
vomits of the unborn in the epicentre seizures,
a mahogany bleeds, in bluish corners of knock.

horizontal bulbs drip blood instead of lights here,
this place of time and death,
a wasp of swollen sigh.
this place does this to me,
in hundreds of mouth,
hundreds of skin.
hundreds of sighs.

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30 Comments

  1. This moment…I love how you’ve weaved a poem so intricately beautiful and with a passion so deep which gives life to an ordinary moment. I could feel each & every word.
    Brilliant poetry either makes me speechless or introspective in the best possible way; your poems have both these capabilities. 💜

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    1. Dear N,

      Reading your lovely comments, it just gives me so much pleasure, I can hardly describe this feeling. With all the numb moments, I feel your warm heart dear.
      Blessed to have you as my friend.

      Much love!

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  2. Devika, I felt like you gave your all and all here:

    “it takes a sharp needle to sew the pores,
    the segments already ruptured.

    i float
    in the abstract mouth of liquids,
    detonating like stars.

    this place i breathe is punctured
    like hips of an old lady,”

    For me, your words came alive and the despair, pain, and poignancy of the poem presents itself just at the right moment and right into the ending as well.

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  3. This moment and the poignant poetry of Devika. This poem defines that one moment which carries the lifelong of pain concealed in that precise moment.

    What another thing I liked is the picture reminds me of my childhood of habit of always laying in the bed with legs on the window. It just made me so nostalgic. I always used to think deeply laying like this.

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