poetry

Bleed it till you breathe

flux the cactus outwards
stretching from your comatose body of air
Inwards and upwards, the abnormalities
with twigs of mahogany bleeding between your legs,
let it out, screeching your skull
till the brim splits and an adroit sleek barrier exist,
Your body, a stoic compressor
of thoughts and sighs
with longitudinal horizons.
Plain and sober.
Breathe and emancipate like a child with doll skin.
You will enter a circle, beneath your fingernails then,
a point of reverberation. Gulp the blank dot of this life.


poetry

Consistent


The perimeter of music delivers
 a song to remember
 like my elongated legs
 with blemishes and scars.

Bend it, inhale it
 it suffices the moment,
 the parts and lies.

Life's beauty is in slithering
 like a river flow
 that takes nothing but delivers
 million muted lessons to live by.
 Memories and laughters.
 Soft bruises, soft kisses.

Pause and reverse,
 A microphonic song,
 humming and screaming
 ceaseless motion
 of blue skies,
 cerulean stagnant hands of rain.
 It utters a rhyme.
 it utters Poetry.

©Image and words- Devika Mathur/ MVS

poetry

Cease and breathe

self

Cease and breathe
the essence dripping, red like bird’s paw
emulsifying,
You are the spot, crooked and tangerine
So how do you mark your sins?

••••

Cease and count your curves,
red, pink and blues
your honey-dripping eyes,
facepalmed voice, mirrors bustling.

•••

Stand stagnant, dip into memories
you are a flower seed
A banshee of ghosts quiver
inside your language of lust
inside your pain of more and more.

•••

Cease and breathe,
with tip-toed mercury eclipse
kiss the moth
kiss and burp, your painted nails
red as nature’s love.


©image and words-MVS

#NaPoWriMo-5

poetry · prose

As-I-Worship-Winter

 

image credits- Pinterest

 

Romancing with winter involves more than seduction to its frosty night. There is a pit darker inside the walls of a colossal ball of shadow. A shadow where skins of lost soul bloom. A pool of infinite kisses. The chills of silent lustrous night expand in the most imposing manner, like the feathers of peacock romancing with the rain.

The icing on the cherry-trees, the dew of the moon stuck to my window panes that resemble my naked face. Oh, I am beautiful.

Emancipation from the shallow hollows of palm, I see patterns of sweet nectar dripping from the sky, drip by drip, onto my cheekbones and I am a lyric once again.

The full moon shares its forlorn stories to my healing lips. I am a partner in solitude and war. It teaches me the art of sustenance—flourishing like the wild sunflower. The touches of laughter of the newly born, the spiritual talks of the old ladies, dedicate me more to the flowers of Winter.

I emerge from the last rains and beneath the elasticity of murmurs, I inhale potions of infinite joy.

©My Valiant Soul


 

poetry

Other Way

picture – Self

 Carry my heart to the other side
where the scent of petunias swirl on my cheekbones,
something divine, something spiritual
Sparkling diamonds inside my smile,
clinging to my feet, the waters are sublime.
Into that wild path, my destination awaits
where fresh rock-dust picks up the moonlight
forming a ball of yellow delight.
Splash, splash, splash.
Here I am wet in the unblended Opulent offing.
My thoughts unravelling like thick fog
Alcoholic eyes, sullen as raisins.
Metamorphosis of a vibrant soul
dripping dry dust only to absorb
Elysian crisp, orange air.

© My Valiant Soul