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Crimson Skins Now Available Through Pothi

Gift this book this season!

I am super thrilled to share this news that my book is now available to all my Indian readers at half the price only at Pothi.

Indie Blu(e) Publishing is thrilled to announce that Devika Mathur’s stunning poetry volume, Crimson Skins, is now available in India through Pothi. We hope that this will make the book much more accessible to Devika’s many fans. Crimson Skins is available through Amazon.com, Amazon.com.uk, Book Depository, Barnes and Noble, Bookswagon, and other major online book retailers.

Crimson Skins Now Available Through Pothi
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My favourite song.

The warm leaves that twirl om my feet

your lips/ the effect of petrichor

a vintage scent of lovemaking

I carry your marks on my thighs

my neck

                    the teeth

    the interwined fingers,

the scent that blooms the winters.

My therapists say to stay away from the fever

from the red- blue dementia

It happens again.

         In the dim- orange light,

            we melt away

against the mellow walls

things I can only understand now.

Everything embers on my tongue

the silk- white sheets between my ribs

The body is a marine kaleidoscope,

an abode of abundant light

with the green songs

you float on my belly.

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If you have not, read my collection crimson skins on Kindle now or gift it to your dear ones!:)

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Tiny letter- A mindful letter straight to your inbox

Hi,

It’s just a reminder if in case you all wish to receive a mail full of mindful resources, articles along with some classic poetry, artwork you can subscribe to my newsletter that I have been issuing since the pandemic started in order to balance out all the negativity with a dash of positivity.

You just have to subscribe to the mailbox and you can enjoy different poetries while sipping on your favourite tea and maybe anytime you wish to read. I still will be hanging onto my this platform along with my Instagram, twitter handle.

https://tinyletter.com/my_valiant_soul

Love & light,

Devika

Thank you!

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How it ends

Flowers come to mind for some reason

poppies, cactus in December

spaces silted with darkness

I didn’t know I liked the Sun

Until today

     A multi- coloured chart without boundary

The day

Not quite dawn.    The plain white stare.

          I go out for walking

somewhere along with my loneliness

narrow streams running through

decayed tooth

River water mixed with my eyeballs

Somewhere is

Someone

saying my poems?

Traces that stir

the waves of an old affair.

All day is stoic,

At dusk i wake with eyes wet.

I carry that and go off to bed again.

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Things that happened

Picture- mine

Things happened in the past

with a reckless sigh of breath

with madness screaming above the shore.

Things happened between the sky and the Earth.

Climate / Conditions,

Between. Stone. Tank traces,

a poem got saddened,

quenching and reaching,

split and tear.

Like frozen apples and bananas

I hunt them, roll them

from the pines in the beginning.

Snort on them, put them in my veins,

old things,

Forlorn ankles. Bruised. Soft. Slow.

I have songs from the Island,

that I never share.

Things happened between the day and the night.

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P.S- I AM GOING TO READ A LIVE POETRY SOON ON INSTAGRAM ALONG WITH A FEW OTHER TALENTED ARTISTS. LET ME KNOW IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED, I WILL SHARE THE LINK.

Thinking of a Christmas gift? My poetry collection is receiving all the love for which I am truly thankful to each one who supported it. I produced my book out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here-

Crimson skins

Crimson Skins- India

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Tales from the dark

the nights shift incessantly

between the coiled conversation,

about semantics of life

the arrival and departure of distilled solitude

at a point of growling sleep patterns

my words think they are tool

to carve

to emboss a pain onto the strangers arms

about melancholic shifting dreams,

the mosiac vintage art

my nakedness is a cry to the limbs out of balance

they cringe,

they wither away

like soft paper dreams,

crushed under the sinking elbow

again

and

again.

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Thinking of a Christmas gift? My poetry collection is receiving all the love for which I am truly thankful to each one who supported it. I produced my book out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here-

Crimson skins

Crimson Skins- India

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Growing up

I realize I am growing old

with my mother’s home prepared coconut oil,

pressed flowers on the sheets.

I sleep next to her

almost like a ritual now,

I realize

when she mumbles softly in her sleeps

the childhood was different-

It was full of prayers, folk songs, odes, laments.

I see her sleep walking now-

abruptly between the noises in her head

amidst the empty pale rooms,

Circling

Walking

Sitting

I see her sleeping with deep breaths,

a hard name to remember-

I realize, I am growing too old now

to witness the melancholy,

to paint my fingers in the sea of dementia.

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Thinking of a Christmas gift? My poetry collection is receiving all the love for which I am truly thankful to each one who supported it. I produced my book out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here-

Crimson skins

Crimson Skins- India

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Poetry published

Hi dear readers-
I have a poem published on Sylvia magazine. Many thanks to the editor for showing love to my piece.

Please read the poem through the link attached.

A promise to keep us warm

My book crimson skins can be a great holiday gift! Do check it out on Book Depository, Amazon, kindle. A few links have been attached.

https://www.bookswagon.com/book/crimson-skins-devika-mathur-candice/9781951724030