the itch, the orange glass ceilings always fail my existence, an inhuman thing sinks beneath my eyelids walking abruptly, in patterns unknown, there are things which makes no sense a loose river like madness a loose butter like sky slipping from my white hands, my hands which are now counting the marks of my footprints making a spiral knot about this moments, this momentary void inside of me, this permanent injuries inside of me. as everything engulfs everything the violence in its own chest the cold murder of my hands and the body still counts the days left to breathe.
I wrote my poetry 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. I would appreciate it. Crimson skins – US Crimson Skins- POTHI Subscribe to my newsletter- https://tinyletter.com/my_valiant_sou
The women of my time spend too much time thinking,
thinking about the leftover foods
the leftover oil, cucumbers and what not
The women of my time speak a vacant language
a kind of verbiage which makes you stutter
they have a lost glory eyesight
they wish to see things yet falls on a flat surface.
The women of my time are petite and so full.
Full of things that break a human heart,
a cupboard full of memories disguised as polaroids,
fancy teacups clinging the sounds of romance
Arteries of lust flowing
lust for things beyond your skin.
They do not tuck in emotions in their garments.
Hot spaced cheeks splashing words of mahogany
the hem of skirts always full of raisins and butter.
The women of my time eat wounds like spices
more precious than the silver gems
all shades of the sunset, transformation of a child, maybe.
watching her swath their eyes becomes terrible often
terrible as watching a melting moon.
Women of my time prepare a soft warm water bath for themselves
to eat the sins,
to eat something beyond the plastic walls,
they do shiver
yet they do not pause here.
The women of my time are goddesses: a figurative speech about liberation.
They sit and watch the open sky as if they have the light in their puerile palm.
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How many times do I shift my bodily postures?
from a room so cold, so absolute,
to a room full of hopes.
There is a never -ending system
of dying things in here.
I move like a ‘banjaran’
wishing for dead leaves,
painted auburn sky
sunlight hitting my pale, loose skin,
I move to hide my burnt scar,
layers of cold ripped moths biting each other.
How many times do I slip from this moment?
wrapped into a crochet woven by memories,
How many times do I defy my existence?
Fragments of red – like winters forming on my chest.
How many I times I become countless?
(banjaran- a wanderer)
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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.:)
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.
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A day before yesterday, I noticed how my blog got more than 5k subscribers and I never got an opportunity to sit and express my gratitude to all those who have supported me in all my thick and thins. Thank you for believing in my words and my mind. There is a lot that can happen over a cup of coffee and poetry and I hope you have enjoyed the journey with me so far in reading and writing poetry and prose. I am stoked to see the kind of love I accumulated over the past 2 and half years, it really makes me wholesome. I am trying my best in catching up with maximum blogs that I can. The WordPress algorithm has apparently changed a lot now.
Also, thank you for all your lovely wishes for my just released book- Crimson Skins
Crimson Skins is curated with utmost sincerity and hope that my readers can cherish my words. The collection took a whole lot of my energy and I am proud to say I survived so many things while I was in the process. This book will not disappoint you if you resonate with my poetry.
Thank you for being a part of my writing journey! Take care.
(I will be sharing my newsletter soon, just taking a small break since I can easily be anxious).