How it ends

Flowers come to mind for some reason

poppies, cactus in December

spaces silted with darkness

I didn’t know I liked the Sun

Until today

     A multi- coloured chart without boundary

The day

Not quite dawn.    The plain white stare.

          I go out for walking

somewhere along with my loneliness

narrow streams running through

decayed tooth

River water mixed with my eyeballs

Somewhere is

Someone

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.

Poetry published

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.

A promise to keep us warm

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.

https://www.bookswagon.com/book/crimson-skins-devika-mathur-candice/9781951724030

People like light rays, leave.

People like light rays, leave- Inspired by Sylvia Plath

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Between the ribs,

arched,

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?

Copper fields,

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.

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I have a book out for you to read. Available on Kindle too.:)

https://store.pothi.com/book/devika-mathur-crimson-skins/

https://www.bookdepository.com/Crimson-Skins-Devika-Mathur/9781951724030?ref=grid-view&qid=1605538028495&sr=1-