A collector of things

i write about words flipping. An austere silence of white spot.
where my mind slips like a star, a container of things.
All things small. All things big.
Sunflowers. Mirrors. Wash basins of sins. A sliced layer of a tongue.
i keep things safely like the moon keeps tides.
Often my body expands, and i talk about hallowing point of death.
A blue stigma of turgescent smell.
I write about broken ceilings, tip-toed pain seeping inside.
And numb arms floating. I am a collector of things.
I collect people. From the sideways of my pupil.
Under the quietness of my skin.
Infestation. Indentation of stains.

each finger comprises a twig of pain :loss
you count one, and a pit is created,
Countless movements of scales.
Countless movements of corpuscle.
I take the final drop of blood
lurking through the moments of us,
between the cotton moisture,
between the untold air, humid.
I become a ball of loss and regeneration.
And i write about geography instilled with hushed voices.

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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.

71 thoughts on “A collector of things”

  1. Devika, you are in a class all by yourself…
    “I am a collector of things.
    I collect people. From the sideways of my pupil.
    Under the quietness of my skin.
    Infestation. Indentation of stains.
    each finger comprises a twig of pain :loss
    you count one, and a pit is created,
    Countless movements of scales.
    Countless movements of corpuscle.”
    Because what you do with words, no one else can do.

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  2. Beyond beautiful MVS!❀️ Nothing is missing here, this is you damn you, so gorgeous and poignant. I had goosebumps while reading this. You are truly a mesmerising poet🌼

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      1. No not at all, personally I have to read some of yours more than once to completely understand them but they are far from boring. There are other words I can think of to describe your writing and boring isn’t one of them.

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  3. your words always move me deeply. I can always picture you sitting next to a dusty window or on a beach with sands tucked between your toes reading people around you .. You are are a collector of people, you see.

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