Mirror of molten eye

Lets cut your molten mirror eye
 the pain of anguish and beauty.
 Paper crux. Purgation and names
 Chalice of age,

A timeline.
 A loophole.
 Eutrophication of breaths.
 Missing smiles of Ganges.
 A longitudinal filth.
 Memories of a cactus walk.
 A deluge.

You have the eye to smirk
 bodies floating like ghosts
 you splinter the seed of skins,
 partitions of mind
 like a river from Thar.
 Oculus occurring,
 ravine crux of silhouettes.
 Damn! You mirror of molten eye.



Loosely inspired by Sylvia Plath's - Mirror
©Image and words- MVS

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Breathe.

I am nocturnal today, like roses building up on my arms
speaking language of Gods. The air is turgescent, dripping lust for words. lust for my beauty. I walk on the arch of windowsills with blue loops of eyes, tingling some sensation. Something unheard before. A voice of metaphors dissolving into my pharynx with lids open. To fly. To breathe.

I curl my lips like romancing with my poetry. With silence dancing on my bosom, sneezing and holding time. Swallowing my body. Words, a conjunction of sanity.
Rhythms and molten patterns of pain and loss. Acceptance and free breath.
I look towards the path of Equinox. Voices speaking untamed fire.
Fire and ice. Ice and pure breaths.

© Image and words MVS

P.s- Also I completed my 2 year anniversary on WP. How amazing is that! Though I did delete my blog once in this span, still I am grateful to this community and my readers.

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Nameless Face

we are threads of abhorrence
 erupting from the wrists of time,
 a lie perhaps,
 emerging like vomit, a hiccup.
 Pause the conundrum sestina
 and watch the malicious tongues,
 like we are sisters of monsters,

slipping time and body's warmth.
 Onyx of blank space.

a city of hunger,
 and we hang loose
 from the perforated sky of wildflower.

©image edited and words- MVS

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The way it slips

 Life bleeds
with vacuum and spaces,
backwards, a concave slope
mouths of thickening slurps.
it confesses its leakage
each day, puncturing my navel
a forgotten momentum
of involuted threads
of rising and falling.
Life, bleeds and bleeds.
a copious bruise of camouflage.

©image and words- Devika Mathur/MVS

W O R D S – A N D- L O V E

if my fingers break
 with the timeline of chiselled cheeks
 of lust for words
 of hunger for hunger

if turquoise veins
 open up,
 longitudes of the fallen mind
 like the rupturing of seeds
 without a sound,
 a mindless game
 What it shall be called?

the itch on my legs
 on my lips of words,
 a lover of minds
 click: and a word appears
 like a magic or a sonogram
 What it shall be called?
 My cleaved mind
 or the love of broken nails.

©WORDS- Devika Mathur/ MVS

Pause

Strangled knots of colourless dreams,
 poking the inside of my mind
 smooth as a lullaby
 dark as your sins,
 it's a mercury dropping a dust
 into the mole of my face,
 melting, fidgeting
 with your callous hands,
 your callous words,
 the dirt is what stops the heat-
 The dirt is what fades a star,
 and the monsoon stops at once.
©MVS

this poem is a liquid moon

My nights are inked
to the soiled sheets of tears
where the callous jaw bleeds inhuman poison,
or a thing pale as your heart
i sew it up to my nostrils, cold
the fragrance, shrieking my inside pits,
its dark, like blank spaces

Everything seems to be a show- off
your hands, your lips
my intelligence to care,
my cravings,
the nights turning them into molten pieces,
i die and become a ball of clay,
stuck to my body,
a parasitic drop of blood.

And there i lie
all dead and black,
with hemisphere dwindling,
and mouths missing
white thick slurp of warped words,
darkness runs in my heart,
like a lighthouse to my dreams.

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How I want you

My fingers are our lips,
deluged & soaked
in our memory of sunset walls,
with an eye of  the heart,
scavenging our skin,
altogether, in patterns,
i want to be your mouth
always moist,
always full,
with soft pearls of moth,
i want all of your body.

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image& words ©MVS

Black pain & walls

i have fallen with troops of maniac
inside this cold body
disappearing jawbones of sins
and masters of death
residing inside this globe,
the pool of ataxia,
the pool of coherence
with red pale evenings
growing,
chilling,
breaking,
falling,

Abstruse thumbs of broken lines
making me thaw,
ice-cold teeth
cracking on black grounds,
with lonesome stars,
knitting my naked body
like a work of brilliance,
spider's- job,
still, i fall this time...
i fall & it hurts.

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®MVS

heart-a -staircase

desire••••

I could dissolve and dismantle both in your arms. Your concave dripping horizon. Here, sweet nectars of a word, alliteration efflorescences. Poultice killing ant-eaten wound. I put my oblong waist inside your palms to catch the last nights fits and sins, sinister. You breathe effortlessly, like a paper chewing the drops of rain, steadily and I watch you smoking naked. I shrink, cinnamon fingers dipped in writing as I paint you in my slivers of lost chills. I see you marking my territory, with hazelnuts and pepper, cracking one by one. You announce me your wild bitch.The galaxy ruptures between your words and my forehead mole. We are all sinners.
loss••••

I am awake, in the cauldrons of your magic that rubs my backbone, similar to the mountain ranges romancing with the sunshine. The spikes and fumes drove me madcap when my arm flew in the vapid motionless air. It was your A B S E N C E. The air balmy and dead. I roamed naked and baked naked. with my face sagging beyond the levels of my bosom. It was Saturday and your A B S E N C E.
healing••••

And, it is a fixation now. Crystal studded your eyes with my silhouette, marrying my body from that broken pale toe to my hair. I circle and hover my dandelion legs to sense the reality, the sun-baked air filled with our fabled romance and memories. The room is a temple and this is the reality.

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image and words©MVS- Something new that I tried!

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