How many times do I shift my bodily postures?
from a room so cold, so absolute,
to a room full of hopes.
There is a never -ending system
of dying things in here.
I move like a ‘banjaran’
wishing for dead leaves,
painted auburn sky
sunlight hitting my pale, loose skin,
I move to hide my burnt scar,
throbbing now
layers of cold ripped moths biting each other.
How many times do I slip from this moment?
wrapped into a crochet woven by memories,
How many times do I defy my existence?
Fragments of red – like winters forming on my chest.
How many I times I become countless?
(banjaran- a wanderer)
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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.
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Loved the use of banjaaran! So beautiful!
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Thank you beautiful:)
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The strength of this poem is undeniable. The ending is perfect.
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Thank you friend. How have you been?
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You’re welcome. Thank you. I’m well. I’ve no complaints. I hope you are. ☺️
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Meaningful words!
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Thank you so much.:)
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Beautifully expressed pain Devika. I especially admire the two opening lines. I found the image quite arresting! (btw: I’m taking a long break from Instagram, but I’m still posting on my blog. So please do visit me there from time to time!)
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Thank you.
For sure I will be reading more of your blogs now. Sorry for this late reply.:)
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Beautiful.. Banjaran.
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Thank you.
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A wonderful poem…. I loved all of your images and metaphors…
How many times do I slip from this moment?
wrapped into a crochet woven by memories,
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Sorry for the late reply.
Thank you for reading my work.:)
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No problem at all.
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The new year seems to be treating you well if your work is an indicator.
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