A cluster of bones

Visceral bones
thrush
thrush.

Tongue of birds
A cluster of sunshine.
Moles of heaviness on my cheeks

I have not been sleeping anymore.
How can I?
I see black moths in my dreams

I am too cood now,
Watery tongues,
flattened bones of evening.

Knock knock
A thunder to sip and watch.
Gaps are collected on my knuckles.

I need R. E. S. T.

A rest as blue pregnant sky.

A new poem published

I have a poem published on The Hyderabad Review. Please do let me know if you read it. Many thanks to the beautiful journal.

Love

Devika