I was asked to deliver a poem on a special call of submission for the theme- ‘Colours of love and barriers’ and I am so grateful to my lovely friend Candice for thinking of me. You can read the poem in the link below.
They talk about everything so coarse and grainy-
but not my mouth, empty and cold.
Lukewarm particles of mother’s voice
White/ blue/ grey-
I see shades of attachment and delirium.
Together, through a visceral bone,
Skins aglow- white talcum powder all distorted.
My dressing table is a desert.
A pause. Concrete and blind sun.
I watch my image as strong as an eel,
a pivotal insect preying on itself
frolic, lurid paper towns-
all departing my marigold fingers one by one.
Counting stops and so does the nuptial song
with neon green signs, and yellow street children,
the hem of my lips, spiral now.
Here- I go to my bed..
Tongue of birds
A cluster of sunshine.
Moles of heaviness on my cheeks
I have not been sleeping anymore.
How can I?
I see black moths in my dreams
I am too cood now,
flattened bones of evening.
A thunder to sip and watch.
Gaps are collected on my knuckles.
I need R. E. S. T.
A rest as blue pregnant sky.
Flowers come to mind for some reason
poppies, cactus in December
spaces silted with darkness
I didn’t know I liked the Sun
A multi- coloured chart without boundary
Not quite dawn. The plain white stare.
I go out for walking
somewhere along with my loneliness
narrow streams running through
River water mixed with my eyeballs
saying my poems?
Traces that stir
the waves of an old affair.
All day is stoic,
At dusk i wake with eyes wet.
I carry that and go off to bed again.
Hi dear readers-
I have a poem published on Sylvia magazine. Many thanks to the editor for showing love to my piece.
Please read the poem through the link attached.
My book crimson skins can be a great holiday gift! Do check it out on Book Depository, Amazon, kindle. A few links have been attached.
People like light rays, leave- Inspired by Sylvia Plath
Between the ribs,
the glow disappears into a surreal thing.
A wavy black mirage appears on a crushed paper
/ the piquant distance now,
Slipping between the cellulose air of void/
a mayhem of loose threads,
a dawn kisses by a hurricane,
Will things occur in heart now?
Or will the sit and devour the morbid mind?
of dust- laden mouths
filled with anger/ sins,
Oh humanity! The disavowal of sodden eyes,
almost each night, in darkness.
People like light rays, leave.
I have a book out for you to read. Available on Kindle too.:)