The Look


I remember the absurdness of clouds spread over my head, hovering. Blue lilies dancing in the sky. A quiet place of porous Gods. I would stare at the sky, releasing my chemical reactions in the thin air. My orange vase neck, oscillating between the concrete human eye and the prism of soil. I would name it Illusion.
Phonetic switch of moonflowers and blurred windowpanes. I saw it all.

At times, I would be a God myself, walking through the soil where the humans sew each other, excavating noises. Annihilation of a cold muse in the sky.
There are shapes and humans walking up above, flickering heir worldly eyes. I have it all,
in my pockets full of moaning psalms,
rolling down my sliding cheeks.
I carry a piece of everything, everywhere I travel.

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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.

15 thoughts on “The Look”

  1. This is such a brilliant work…🔥🔥..”Blue lollies dancing in sky”comparison with blue clouds hovering is damnnnnnnn..
    And again doing the same with ” porous god’s” superb .
    And ” releasing chemical reaction into the sky” you are unique with these lines….i always love how you keep these scientific kind of things into poetic way…♥️♥️…
    “Oscillating between human and concrete soil..” woww…i don’t know how deep you think while writing these.kind of lines…only few writers can think like that…it’s a gift…
    In the second paragraph..” humans sewing Each other” ending with i carry every piece , everywhere”… recently I am not getting time to read your blog poems…..but this one i really’s always a learning experience to improve my skills and imagination and how to think like you….. Absolutely awesome devika

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  2. oh my..this just took my breath away. So so beautifully written. Every lin is poem in itself. I’m coming back to drench in its beauty again. I so missed reading your poems. Everything was crazy busy and I don’t want to rush read your poem. They deserve more than this.

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