Soaked lips

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
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veins


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.

Co-exists

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,
duality co-exists.
i splash the black spot,
i smash the black spot.
Madness exists.

©Image and words MVS


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

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

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Yellow Hollows



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