amidst the greenfield. raindrops dancing.
onto our toes.
Seagulls atop our fingenails.
Wait, watch the sky.
Wait. Here, count the sky.
seraphic susurrous sighs. Sustenance
climb the stairs Sliding
climb the sky
Do not flutter now.
Wait for me.
Let's elope together
into the void
into the madness.
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“she entraps the sky in her fingernails” (A goddess)– (From my collection.)
My days in afternoon are nothing like yours,
I spend most of it by bird- watching,
Somersaulting colors of the sky,
I sip my chamomile tea to prepare my mind
for the evening’s strangers visit to my head.
My days are nothing like yours,
I adorn my necklaces again and again,
repetitive rituals often act like a slippery therapy.
Quiet and nostalgic.
Moments of velvet sadness.
I end my nights by weeping a little more,
by diffusing some hot coconut oil in my lamp,
to cease the heartache with a portion of leftover food maybe
as insane as it must be.
These are the things I do, to protect myself.
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Beneath my chin above the nape of the neck a heralding discover I utter, a tune of orgasm in sunshine a tune of roaring diaphragm, here, I sit and count my fingers dipped numb and electric, so much despair that stares back. So much to reach just a hand cold, cold, cold and nothing else now. Limping and stuttering, between my cold clavicle with bones so thin and weak There is a waterfall of endless poetry dripping from my bosom a monotone of soft , quiet landscapes. It spills again, roaming in a silver night
I produced my book – Crimson Skins out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here- IT’S AVAILABLE AT HALF THE COST ON POTHI.:) I have posted the reviews for my book in past posts, check it out if you are skeptical.
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