life · published

interview with Pooja

I am delighted to announce that recently I was a part of an interview done by Pooja of Lifesfinewhine. We discussed a few aspects of Art in a short, crisp way. Head over to her blog to read my interview and all the lovely things she writes there and do show your love to all her blog posts.

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life · poetry

Stillness

the voice cracks in the summer sun
I hear things falling apart
underneath my door knob
behind the cobweb- almost gone now
i hear things decaying,
distorted as the morning yawn
the leaves so parched
the sun , cold and warm
there is a music that stops playing as i write this
the music that speaks about fallen dreams,
listless curvature of atmosphere.
stillness is what i observe 'stillness in my body, my toes and lips
the earth so happy and warm now
almost like a cerulean sadness
torn into threads of bruises
into diverse sects of lemon dried faces.
the hands so small and white
with my bosom hanging restlessly on the table.
there are things so peculiar occurring everywhere.
restless yet a still monochrome pattern of life
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The Hunt

But this sorrow never ends. 
The tongue that runs cold
due to platonic threads of sins and cold meadows
the ache is blooming each day
beneath the blue unfolded eyes
the colour green- now a tone of burning bodies
this is my survival song, you see
with lines cryptic sunset on my lap
the night never fades away
the soil enriched with a glint of my water
my heavy overwhelming collapsing lungs.
this poem shall not soothe you-
instead would ask you to hunt something more
some more of air, water, sun , fire.
in your neighborhood
about the fallen leaves.
dry tongues,
neck choking.
about things so unpleasant
you would not otherwise want to know.
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Gulmohar- a poem

The shades of skin- glowing like April mornings
a soft warm tone of Gulmohar tree upon my eyelids-
a doorway to oceans, two pebble eyes

Open in the open sky
This tree a meteor of clouds to my mind
to remind me of Earth, soil and home.
Gulmohar tree- pockets of cellophane wrapped on its bark
to bloom something more

tender, quiet roar of women.


I see leaves, rustling
with leeks and violet rays uttering a dialogue of beauty
of dark violet raisin pressed between my palms,
This tree has me.
As a whole another Goddess
As a whole another memory.


Gulmohar- your orange red hair blooming backwards

As if life slips from you easily,
So softly as a lover's touch.

You have a staircase
full of outgrown desires
You leave it and let it slip

through tunnels of gargantuan clot.

Gulmohar-

You speak and yet you look quiet.
Sharp, eccentric noise of fallen leaves.


Gulmohar- Hindi name for ' Delonix regia' tree.
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If this is us…

Napowrimo continues

But the thing is everything shall be depleted. This. Us and our stay. What if, I could hold the habit of loving you for once? My eyelids dipped in lemon peel thinking of ways to dream about you. The rooms that still roar about our love making. The walls still cracking a semantic, quiet low noise of our moans and fight. Erratic evenings, whereby we submerge our small elbows in the auburn breeze. I want to cling to the habit of just that. Your coconut hair, small long talks, talks so mellow and crisp almost like I ate my fruit bowl. To hold your poetic words and brown moments of paper noise is all I had dreamt of all this while. To stay connected to your face, slender neck always popping and mind / spring quartet. Nothing else. That’s my habit/ a ritual that I perform each day to listen to the music of things staying lost between us. The Art of a singular dialogue. A singular atom of love. A single You.

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Daisy and the fields

my body is a quiet place
it's about flowers stones a silent theatre
green threads of the blue sky

wet body of motifs and beautiful soft wildflowers

today,
the mind wanders for a soulful soul
a shade of velvet love- making,
golden embers, a glint of partial sunlight

my limbs are imagery, as if
my hands my poetry
this womb, a season of creation,
like sea, quickly as breath.
Stars of piquant desires.
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Late Moon- A collaboration

I am more than glad to have stumbled upon Lucy’s gorgeous blog and we both decided to do a collaboration together. Please read and let us know of your opinion in the comments. Show some love to her blog as well.

It happened again 
the dead sea full of dried emotions
and the charm to write about withering winters
happened again,
from my arms to my toe nails
with colors and with a paint- brush
the knuckles are red due to migraine,
the bosoms are sagging due to age.
The concept of time throws my memory into a massive ocean
of sins/ fears/ aches.
And I think of myself as a soft folktale,
lost somewhere,
occurring due to occult or a greasy lovemaking.
I count the days back and front
to defy the mouth in exasperation
to write about the shivering body.
Madness is what keeps my soul intact,
I can talk to my mind for longer hours often
with dead bumblebees right beside me,
here- with leaves falling upon my chest
my mahogany textured hair
clinging to a sad tree. (Devika)

If this is bliss,
please don’t leave; silhouettes
played by sculptural midnights
is a song and dance
of memory; the opus rises like god's rainwater
of tragedy and embrace—
it entrances my bones kneed into pride
like a strange dream; a legacy of my footing
in the stone, I saw it today in the past
to defy the orgasmic cult, prime and prime shadows
in the back of my mind,
as messianic blood drops
from my feet
it had crushed the late moon
on its garden bed,
almost thieving the sleeping bear
mentioned for its own season;
the eucalyptus wilts
in my asylumned winter, the violence within my dreams
and the uncoiled warmth of the thorn
into my side, claws into my first
breath.
(Lucy)
Lucy's blog
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Untitled.

Dear readers,
How have you been all?
Even though I write my poetry and words and keep on doing so many various projects to help the writing community and people in general
why is there a sudden urge to relax a lot? I agree I need to take a pause. I believe in slow yet productive growth but somehow my mind is getting tired to easily due to all the works I am managing and no its not the stress that I have. It's something else.
Anyway, I wrote a short poem about how I feel.



The air burns,
with a punctured sniff.
the breeze sits on my chest
counting my eyelids, backwards
and the body swells up
without a notion of cold blossoms.
The air petrifies my nail,
the tears stink, often.
It's the forehead,
it's the arm
or is it my lips that hallucinates?
A cobweb, so brutal on my chin
blooming like a flower.
What do I call it now?
The season of spring or a particle of dust.

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To the woman- who knows it all

The other day I thought of writing a poetry about healing 
About self- love, growth
Nonsense.
My tone is still abrupt, crooked, melancholic
Orange like the winter sun
My hands are yet pale.
Yellow as the home cooked oil,
The other day I thought of writing
about memories that soothe me
Motionless.
About the barren walks
Only to find how my head still bleeds
The mind that has empty grass,
Wild flowers not beautiful my friend,
Everything wild is not beautiful
for things need a foundation too.
Everything I know is rust
Everything I know is blue rain,
Forgotten like the rains so beautiful
Forgotten like the winter chills in the Summer.
Healing is a slow process
Coiling into a watery prayer.
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