Obscure shades

lights on this orange body,
this wood is a proof
my mouth is a squid,
hanging to catch your wet breath.
a fainting memory eats me.
for i am a sucker of bones & heart.

this is a spot of us, darling,
the summery grass of love-making.
i bite my scorched lips,
i bite my tongue to feel your departure,
and i feel hollow as a black spot.

a trajectory of million dreams.
stilness often wraps my swollen body,
and flicks my elongated neck,
until i eat your face, simple & molten.

i am that vase, half- lived.
half floating and it sucks to be like that.

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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.

28 thoughts on “Obscure shades”

      1. I was hoping you would be, you are such a dynamic woman… there is a duality about you through your writing, but you feel the need to protect the sweeter, softer side. yet I see beyond the darkness, because you yourself are the light at the end of the tunnel… peace and best of wishes, my dear poetess

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  1. oh i’m sorry. seems like, at night, your eyes seems to color itself, just so they could twinkle, as and when you smile. hoping you’re well and having a lovely day and is not stressed. πŸ™‚


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