distortion in mirror

i can’t mend things perfectly like a soothsayer in my vagina asking to rise- a phoenix of morality but i cant do a thing flawlessly you see- i have a thing forsaken to blend with another skin of my body, cerulean dreams of raisins and chestnut i am black i am broken, pieces jittered in… Continue reading distortion in mirror

Greys and black

Elis has a paper ball texture, crisp and crumpled veins of love. Her nakedness is the march towards the fruits of springs, countless motions of time. Her liquid lips, cryptic to herself. She neatly defies the existence of frailty. The frailty of summer’s hope and frailty of meadows spring. The heaviness of swamp and linguistic… Continue reading Greys and black

what remains- time kills

sediments of love and despair, like a dose of a morbid orchid petal, throbbing in my blue cheeks my limbs are rooms, small pavements that you rock small parts, dilating trembling stairs of life, a star inside a boxed room of loneliness revolving in the thicket sheets of air, a haze and a backache. a… Continue reading what remains- time kills

Moonlight

i hear jars of jasmine in the pale moonlight singing and swallowing the day’s lie the fallen mask of scalded hearts. the night has a belly of jam and butter smooth, a swamp of blood moons. a feverish rush of adrenaline, saying chants to hypnotize. I hit 3k Subscribers today. Thank you all for showing… Continue reading Moonlight

melting inside your mouth

i do not hallucinate time and your levitating skin bluish words, bluish eyes of Meraki, i count the scars on the nape of your neck infinite scalds of heaven pulling life backwards and forwards. You have an impatient mouth sundial beds of petunia faltering sheets of sunbathed sheets, you prick my lips like a landslide… Continue reading melting inside your mouth

As-You-return

Things return like autumn, with leaves, shades and colours as your mountain essence stick to my collar-bone, in the moments of nights, haze, dawn. One by one, I circle around you, infinite-ball-of-love and soaked in your fingers and memories of the return, this mahogany burns, it burns as a bay leaf in segments and silvery… Continue reading As-You-return

Breathe.

I am nocturnal today, like roses building up on my arms speaking language of Gods. The air is turgescent, dripping lust for words. lust for my beauty. I walk on the arch of windowsills with blue loops of eyes, tingling some sensation. Something unheard before. A voice of metaphors dissolving into my pharynx with lids… Continue reading Breathe.

Scars of dreams

This vintage arm is like a faded memory a corpuscle of streaming hope the greys and the reds a turbid of morbid dreams, Scars slid, dancing, they seem happy. Scars are my baby now forever, inside my hallucinating body of madness. pain is my adamant bowl of Ganges. slipping between fingers of sickle. Moist, melting… Continue reading Scars of dreams

Uproar

i have a body that whizz like a circus two eulogies of sanguine madholes clifts and wars of a drunk man Loss of vision.Loss of words. repercussions produce hollows as deep as a cactus. My knees producing floating amphibians Almost inhuman. Slid my copious throat you will have two minds again there, savaging my body… Continue reading Uproar

Nameless Face

we are threads of abhorrence erupting from the wrists of time, a lie perhaps, emerging like vomit, a hiccup. Pause the conundrum sestina and watch the malicious tongues, like we are sisters of monsters, slipping time and body’s warmth. Onyx of blank space. a city of hunger, and we hang loose from the perforated sky… Continue reading Nameless Face

Co-exists

It sits there with wallowing lips of seal parched leaf, rotating. lives born out of it. swallowing the sudden deaths, inumerous threads of bruises. walls break, people die like petunia’s deluging sigh cleaved mouths of love. wreckage & survival spilling its flow inside, duality co-exists. i splash the black spot, i smash the black spot.… Continue reading Co-exists

The way it slips

Life bleeds with vacuum and spaces, backwards, a concave slope mouths of thickening slurps. it confesses its leakage each day, puncturing my navel a forgotten momentum of involuted threads of rising and falling. Life, bleeds and bleeds. a copious bruise of camouflage. ©image and words- Devika Mathur/MVS

To my other half

i have swallowed the stars in my tropical mouths of nostalgia, coping the insanity, wireless tracks with sweat and ink ink and tears. a blush of my cheeks and seizure occurs between our wild sheets our vermilion warmth. i sniff the old papers to give me paper cuts, threading a crisp jawline point of felicity… Continue reading To my other half

This poem is broken

restlessness spits the wall of death in hunger & pain. my body rotates like a disc surrendered sound of music. tip toed stigma, a struggle each day insects sound screeches, this wooden brain, or an empty space of lovemaking. call it anything. say it names, zig-zag platonic voids plastic belly button games. sick voice of… Continue reading This poem is broken

Anna

matching pink- stained lips of mirrors Anna, sew her flowers to the hair like an oil-painting smiling, something conjuring about her patterns, the wavelength, the folds all magical maybe. Anna, in her mid 20’s auburn ductile head & hair with sheets of transparent cling film, susurrus body. almost a year ago, a wife & a… Continue reading Anna

A craving

I have a craving tonight for a slice of sun or moon- talks, in runs. to decipher the poultices hidden beneath and above, somewhere between your lips & paradise,i have a craving for your love as soft as petals of Petunia a craving to count you & your terminals, your folds of skin. i have… Continue reading A craving