My poetry is my religion.
Where do I stick flowers now?
The empty faces,
the mundane eyes.
The silhoutte of a dark river
shifting its path across my face,
turn by turn;
Where do I paint red shades of sunset now?
A myth of potpourri,
a lake of setting cold nostrils.
I pray and repeat my rituals,
a soothsayer of my belly now,
a tale forgotten.
A night of crippled stars.
Where do I sit and attach these sunflowers now?
Crimson Skins Ok… There comes a time in every persons life.Where we all have to make wise decisions. One false decision can alter the course of your life. Sometimes for the worst! Luckily……. I made one great decision….. A wonderful decision…. A wise decision…. I bought me a copy of “Crimson Skins Poetry & […]
“Crimson Skins By Devika Mathur”
Hello dear readers,
I have no clue how to begin this but I definitely feel sad to see how people on this lovely community are showing lack of interaction on my blog. I understand, how I was not always there to read all your lovely posts as I was caught up in the releasing/ promoting procedure of my poetry book.
But I dont want my bond with my valuable readers to die out. I have invested my love on this platform through my poetry.
Please let me know if I can catch up with your recent works as well. I truly care about this blog, our community, our love for writing.
(In case you wish to read my book-Crimson Skins, you can check out Amazon and bookswagon.)
Love
Devika
Crimson Skins is an astounding and aesthetically beautiful poetry collection written by Devika Mathur. I have known her through primarily WordPress, myvaliantsoul and Instagram where she shares her poetry and prose. Published in many journals and literary magazines, Devika surprises us again with Crimson Skins which entirely emanates her writing styles- surreal, raw, powerful and […]
Crimson Skins by Devika Mathur- Book Review
I know of a lady in white
with a mouth full of promises,
spreading a nocturnal path of flowers,
like a longed kiss above the eye,
a lady that slips in my chest,
within the small rim of my fist,
a sniff so wild, a mouth that dwells on mountains moist.
a lady with a potato peel,
with cardigans and wool on her mahogany table,
entangled like dust in her bun,
mouth covered with layers of smiles and powder,
a moment of purple sanity,
a lady in white that lives in a suburban city,
with marigolds just in her eyes.
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Find my published collection Crimson Skins worldwide.
You can read my collection on Barnes & Noble , too.
I just received my author copies of “Crimson Skins“. If anyone interested in receiving a signed copy of my book please let me know as soon as possible. The books will be available at discount, also along with my signature.
If in case you wish to read the collection sometimes in future, support this fellow artist by adding the book in your cart for future reading.
Available as kindle, worldwide.
Happy reading. Let me know your views.:)
