In the month of August I published my poetry collection ‘Crimson Skins’ which you can check out on all the major online stores. I am proud of my book, for the love it received.:)
Crimsons skins is a collection of beautifully written poems and proses by Devika Mathur revolving
around several themes of life brought out with effective metaphors. Devika Mathur is an indie writer
with her works published in various journals all across the globe. The first poem ‘olive skin’ is a
wonderful start to the array of poems, every poem more poignant and detailed than the last one. If you
lack imagination, this would be a tough nut to crack but those with a flowing imagination can indulge in
this ingenious journey with every turning page. I specifically enjoyed the complicated but honest
metaphors that were embedded in her poems. Some of the lines cut too deep, almost making you
devour every word to understand how hauntingly beautiful it is.
– Manya Upadhyay Author of -Every Part of me
You can grab your copies by clicking on the following links and if you do please do not forget to leave a review.:)
here is my skin
for the trees to murmur
a soft blow
a hibiscus to press my earlobe
against the pillow
the handprints of the moon
against my cheek,
here is my skin- sliced as an orange
piquant as sunrays
over the glare of the auburn sky
my skin- a nectar of soft honey sigh
of a mother's soft voice,
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.
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.:)
My loneliness spews from the dark curtains
/ fevering beneath a molted lampshade, running
amidst the hanging treehouse, a sharp blue gong of a temple.
Upon the arrival of next month, my tongue develops a sickness,
In a nonchalant abrupt way,
Defying the lucid crispness of nights,
I carry a storm of perforated stars in my womb,
delivering a slick wall of hope, again till the next month arrives.
I have a list of ways in which I take care of myself-
Practicing gratitude till the eyes die out of numb shocks,
Watching the surreal wings of birds, till I am being judged
And the process never ends,
Till the process of death is shining on my iris.
Buy my poetry collection ‘ Crimson Skins’ here- U.S
And for Indian readers buy your copies here-
The book is available as Kindle as well as on Barnes and Noble, Book Depository.
Thank you for reading my poetry. Hope you all shall cherish my book as well.
You can find my book on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Book Depository etc.
I am more than thrilled to announce that the kindle version of my book is now out on Kindle. The print version can also be checked on Amazon, Books Depository, Bookswagon, Barnes and Noble.
If you adore my writing style, do not miss out on this book
I have worked hard with passion and love for this baby.
It will mean a lot if you can support a fellow poet, writer. Check out all the links below.
Crimson Skins -Bookswagon -( Indian readers can opt for Bookswagon if Amazon is a bit costly to you)
with our bodies colliding
this night sings a song of petunia,
a soft spring blooming behind our feet.
A velvet yawn of a quiet afternoon.
The night is a tiny flower
thumping against the sun-kissed breaths
a hum of summer,
a hum of winter.
The mouth dipped in the greasy elbows,
a pathway to the flowering petals.
Silver droplets of water,
the body shrinks like a caterpillar now,
sparkles of the rain,
Too many screams now,
too many abstract bodily postures.
This night delivers a tangled knot of whispers of leaves,
like salt, the whispers rubbing our elbows, quietly.
A season of moist talks.
Buy My collection of poems “Crimson Skins ” here.
From the longest time I wanted to express my gratitude to all my readers who have showed their continued love and support to my writings. Since a past few months I have not felt the strongest of myself. Especially after my book release. It’s sad to witness people often not cherishing art as it should be. Support and love means a lot for any artists no matter what.
Also, i will be glad if you all can drop the links to your latest post in the comments which I would love to read. I want to catch up with the maximum posts that I can. So, let’s connect?
If still anyone does not know, I have published a collection of poems Crimson Skins which you can find on amazon. com.
for my Indian readers- Booswagon.com ( available at cheaper rates now)
if you are skeptical to read the book or kindle version, read the reviews here .