these lips utter a pause of lipids time after after like a powdery cough. they bloom and shatter with details, wisdom of lush lights a fluid, a shade, a soft sunset resting on my backbone Each petal a dandelion of rays, imperative words upwards and sidewards, spitting veins dipped in blue ink blue sky...a blue world. Porcelain drops of dew Like lust to wax A moments of spurring thoughts Defying existence, one by one. ©MVS
i have words, letters , synonyms
hanging like branches of temple.
point of emotions. wars.
i am not alive, i am hanging like joints.
these ephemeral stages that are bulbs during the day.
for no reason, i am damp and moist.
Forest with twigs lit my entire body.
Is it the poetry spreading like a disease now?
i see no moon…i see only a Point.
point of love. Matrices. Sky impregnated with moisture.
i am distilled, and obnoxious like sane tulips swaying there, a touch of petrichor, moist air. Mouths of surreal tongue, romancing, like sky uttering poetry.
It sits there
with wallowing lips of seal
parched leaf, rotating.
lives born out of it.
swallowing the sudden deaths,
inumerous threads of bruises.
walls break, people die
like petunia’s deluging sigh
cleaved mouths of love.
wreckage & survival
spilling its flow inside,
i splash the black spot,
i smash the black spot.
©Image and words MVS
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
Cease and breathe
the essence dripping, red like bird’s paw
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
Spitting, patting flower of titanium. lip-locked, verbiage sonogram With shadows of hurricanes dripping blood, moth-like opening. sweet and resolute. Hear the thoughts, dissecting silence like an umbilical cord unfurling, oozing, The tips of bud and bottoms of butt, clinging, parasitic love. parasitic hate both entwined, both subsisting. in your clockwise tongue of spits and spits. image and words-©MVS