Under- observation

00ec3cbb5c58cafee58d7ceb324b45b2__011227876188205462096.jpgYesterday was the hardest if i must say
with amniotic sheets of lost air dripping my bare chest
and extraction of arms,
making my mouth dry, loss of homes could be seen.
Missing phone booth’s of lavender drops of deads,
and hunters, hunters, hunters,
yes, you have visited the I.C.U of my mouth
with palpitating halogens, demarcating a cleft of my chin-my knee
the knuckles bleed, towards the Polaris of numb soil,
if that’s a place, so, i am flowing.
i am flowing, doped and surreal
in hands of hours
clocks mocking my body, the six-inch pits of pits.
i sit and hum a vintage song here,
a dainty varicose nerve revolving now,
i am being operated in the midnight,
among the lamps, the shades, the silhouette
i am being deluged in occurrences half meadow,
my home is the plain stench of the sun.
it sits somewhere inside my hair, city of maps.
it’s late and i am under-observation still.


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38 thoughts on “Under- observation

  1. Devika, this is otherworldly…

    “i am being operated in the midnight,
    among the lamps, the shades, the silhouette
    i am being deluged in occurrences half meadow,
    my home is the plain stench of the sun.
    it sits somewhere inside my hair, city of maps.
    it’s late and i am under-observation still.”

    Truly.

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