Experimental(Love)

Listen up
here,
amidst the greenfield. raindrops dancing.
onto our toes.
Heavy atmosphere.
Seagulls atop our fingenails.
Wait, watch the sky.
Wait. Here, count the sky.
seraphic susurrous sighs.                                                                                               Sustenance
            climb the stairs                                                                                     Sliding
                            climb the sky 
                                         reverberate                                               Anthropocene
                                                       Pronounce                     Platonic.
                                                                   Renaissance.
Do not flutter now.
Wait for me.
Let's elope together
into the void
into the madness.

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Bare skins through the night



Bare skins
electromagnetic cheeks- ripples through air,
soil, air all one-
all one mouth
of untamed fizz.
untamed vestibule---- singular space and singular loneliness.
your skin is a fine example of my night time lullaby,
crescent fall leaf's song, onto my nude lip.
one by one- as I call your name,
I sing a choir and stand in the experimental splash of colours.
I think of your mundane time,
solid blue eye- shared collectiveness. 
shared solitude. 
Night- my sodden muse. 
      Outside the window, I think of your sniff
of your favourite sun touched hand,
this space, a white pool of madness,
this is the geometry we stich together,
air in hurdled spaces.

Singing songs through a poem

source- Pinterest
I hear a quiet shout,
screeching under my eyes-
How long do I float, anonymously?
to declare is what I want-
 space and time
stars and grass,
look at my one hand,
the one that stares you-
curvatures of my body= lotus.
Lotus that spews water from its body again and again.
Call it life. Give it a name-
Air, will you be a space to my existence?
Water- will you sing songs to my graveyard?
 Fire, burn along. Do not resist anything further.
 This day inhales "me" in the most blasphemous way.
I do it through a circular band on forehead. 
I soak everything like a sponge.
 Watering lilies and eating oatmeal. 
Please be mine- You, the ferocious 'eye'.
Apply a cold balm all through my body- know my persistence of time
and know what I mean. 

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Bare Noons-

the body is a loose powder
longing through the rooms,
vacant mountains of chills.
bare chest-
 a throbbing  slitting moan.
the moon kisses and watches over
linguistics of a body.
decoding cacophony of amorphous substance.
unwrapping a flower-
   the body is dream, you must say.
it slips and sticks to the wall-
a whorl of pink tongue. 
I sit and produce words during the daytime
as I watch over my window for a twig to be stuck to my throat-
 instead I have maroon dreams and floral nights -
sore limbs now,
sore words- I shift to a different paradigm,
I shift to lotus from rose.
The arrangement of bones has a purpose now.



The end of a lullaby

the shriek of my body,
a purple loose hanging moon
beneath the toes-
a shriek so wild
stretches through the carcass

I have nothing left to weep now
for the moon has taken a dip inside the river.
I hear my village burning,
and see people sleeping so quietly, so wildly
as if nothing ever happened.
A lullaby lost in a path-
mouthless,
a blue broken hemisphere.

What do I do with my limbs now?
How do I sit and regenerate in a porous night?

The Old Body-





with chained ankles,

hush, thrilling lips,

a body floats inside my mind,

dwindling through the carcass,

old and vintage-

a mahogany river of crooked moonlight,

this body blooms and sinks at the same time,

uttering a blob of big sun-shaped tongue

emerging out,

emerging through the stains and walls

through veins and puddles.

this time itches now,

I have wounds all over my barren body

a body- now a pit of marks.

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The existence of an unknown-





Finger's spread through walls
licking the green fear
a moist mayhem spreading onto my chest
chewing the dead society
people give names to my existence
a continous dreary process
I feel oblong and circular
shouts rummaging through the ceiling
fire in my neck,
movements occur as pulse
during the time curtain of this thought
who am I?
A passage or a full stop-
a dreamlike stay
a touch
a vapour
mud..earth..mud..earth.
  The mind stays softer,    mine
like sweaters in summers,
fresh tangerine juice.
Who am I?


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Autumn Lovers





the yellow stark trees
smiling through the purple grass
with a nocturnal tether to hold us
US- a portrait of clay and dust
full of small longings,
growing and congregations bending
      Late autumn, and at night,
we melt-
melting through skins and teeth
through fever and blossoms-
We speak of ripped earth
and a few things more.
      
     Autumn, a kiss of lovers.
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If you love reading my poems and works you might enjoy my book Crimson Skins. I can’t believe it has been an year since my book published and each time I hold my baby, I am choked with pride. You can get your copies on Kindle, Amazon, Pothi etc.

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My body underneath

Courtesy-pinterest
You- a nectar of the moon,
gliding through the gleaming sheets of orange moans
atop my waist
that slips through your feet
and a long stare-
a reverie of blooming seasons
horizontal touches of galaxy,

A walnut cracks open,
a fidget through the bones

a sweet summer song- soil, soil,soil
I see raindrops through my belly, now-
a grasshopper twirling through the toes
you- a carrier of everything that my eyes sews
my body that wraps underneath.


If you love reading my poems and works you might enjoy my book Crimson Skins. I can’t believe it has been an year since my book published and each time I hold my baby, I am choked with pride. You can get your copies on Kindle, Amazon, Pothi etc.

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The first issue of – All Ears is out now!

As I write this, I am reminded of all the wonderful poetry,prose that I have been reading for All Ears– An ezine for youth which has been edited by me along with five other editors. With an eye of an editor, it is never an easy task to analyse any piece but with the collective effort I am more than happy to present before you our first issue- You can download it here and enjoy it for free. The inaugral issue is filled with some brilliant artwork, poetry,prose etc. I hope you all shall enjoy and consider it for future submissions.:)

Love

Devika

A landscape-


the rivers that speak of us,
warmer bodies
 nectars of jasmine and hibiscus-
a lady from photograph,
biting a strange loneliness sitting onto her bosom
a strange memory of distilled longings-

a lady that sulks and pronounce everything watery,
dreams of wildfire and river-beds

I travel through her caricature,
her oblong drifting fingers,
eyes of pain and despair-
eyes- a mirage of limbs too,
I watch her and think of this pregnant sky

day and night.

She- a soliloquy od soft pastel dreams.
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Hi! I am seeking artists/ poets for my monthly newsletter

Dear readers,

As you all are aware I run a monthly newsletter which I started last year to celebrate my daily chores, hurdles, art, poetry, music and things related to mindfulness, I am now blessed to have more than 150 readers as I would like to say.

In order to break the monotony, I need a little help. I am looking out for some artwork, essay, poetry and things so that can go well with my newsletter. If you are interested please contact with your work on the email id-oliveskinspoet@gmail.com If you wish to submit a short essay make sure to write anything related to productivity/mindfulness/nature watching or anything that goes well with the newsletter.

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Thanks

Devika

Blue velvet sighs

Body of coral sunsets slipping underneath,
and I think of your curvatures, silhouettes of water- lotus
a heavy mass of flower spinning upon the moon,
a daydream and slow night

slow as far riverbeds, moaning
quick and slow.
the fingernails hide a slippery naked climate,
fermented by the shiver and body on body

dirty tablecloths:
dirty walls, kitchen sinks melting away
melting like the throbbing blood
blood: so warm and luscious now

as a river riding a star.
I squat in the evening, on the fresh, frozen floor
like  a rose, budding and blooming.

  The pink air laughs and shifts incessantly
between our pastel love, our growing thick bites
the hollows of tongues
dancing.

Mermaids in heaven.
I stare and stare and become the large junction

(Bodies rhyming)

Longings

Story pin image
Longings
My days are cryptic
with mellow songs
sunflowers pressed on my bosom,
on my chest.
My days are usually full of lies and loneliness
with a wildflower travelling through my veins,
Where a mind refuses to sleep,
a haunted manor of poetry painted carpets
   a garden of lover’s daydream
At sunsets I visit temples,
where my sins could fade away a little
 along with the leaves of my hope
along with the tree that grew along with me.
I sometimes wish to marry that tree of hope,
the one that nurtured the oblivious lips of dull moon,
filling it with moonflowers
filling with hanging creases of paper lanterns,
 a fading memory wilt often.
Somehow
Somewhere
Where my body trembles like a low music,
a sister’s ritual of love affairs:
I am not sure what do I long the most
the memories or the moments?

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Arbitration-





Scissors often draw a diagram
On my cold slender hands,
A light peeks in, as if to tell something new.
A light 
A hope.

A hiccup that stops another hiccup.
This light, a soft tune to my ears.
What do I consider this art of life?
A hummus stain on my sequin dress.
A quiet noise, inside my vase body.

It's interruption.
If a thing dies, let it be.
Let the hand sink.
Let the light go.

Let things go.


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To my readers- thank you

I am writing this post to express my gratitude to all those who recently bought a copy of my book ‘Crimson Skinsand left such heartfelt messages, emails etc about the impact of my book. My poetry collection was written during the more coarse phase of my life and I am glad, you all loved it.

It’s a request if you have read it please leave a review on amazon/ goodreads as it helps indie authors like us.

“she entraps the sky in her fingernails” (A goddess)– (From my collection.)

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