collision

i want to collapse in the horizon
where the moon melts into the sky,
a perforated splutter of cleaved dreams
melting like red crayons.

a ghost-like mirage,
fighting and swimming
like ancient thoughts,
i still want to be as white as silence.

slender apple-shaped my thigh,
fidgeting, a forgotten memory.
I am blue today.
I am black today,
sequences are resting like twigs on my belly,
making me rest, making me wild,
making me spin and spin.
I want to collapse like earth today.

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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.

34 thoughts on “collision”

  1. If poetry is your religion, then you’re my religion. I mean, there’s no other poet who hits an arrow & never misses the mark. Your words, not a single one so far has failed to strike my heart & touch my soul.

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