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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Singing songs through a poem

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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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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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I need some love and support.

I am writing after a long time . As I was having a rough time with my life, life patterns etc and in the process I stopped writing almost everywhere. Even the acceptance letters from great magazines did boost up my mood but it did not stay for a long duration and hence I was always feeling almost numb and lost.

Meanwhile, I am writing this to ask a favour- as you all know I have a published book Crimson Skins” published last year, I need to keep it working too! I need your support. Please share, get a copy or just share this post if you can’t get a copy of my poetry bok. I have worked really hard for that one and it took almost 3 years to make through the entire publication process. If you love my surrealistic style, work, please consider getting a copy.

A kind friend of mine has something to say about the book-

Crimson Skins has a variety of work any reader will enjoy. The book isn’t basic and will be able to go the extra mile for years to come. I will be so bold as to say many of the pieces featured in it has the staying power of words by a few greats such as Sylvia Plath, Adrienne Rich, and Virginia Woolf. It ends just as it began, with an intense piece of writing showcasing the writer’s talent

Book review by- tre

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Much love

Devika.

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To all the dead trees-

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swim across
attest the pain
sink into the lake of grief
watch and convulse, 
the narration-
the blue oblong face of emotions-
it disappoints me each day,
you and your flattery
my small body,
small, petite chin 
that thrusts no life anymore.
Watch a face again,
think about it,
the slippery texture
grains allover the body
blurred, overgown opinions

I am sad flower today, trying to be the moon
but the moon is always sad, 
I tell myself to watch the moving crowd
to feel the concrete tree
and the still landscape of stagnancy exists
a pill of loss and convulsions all day long.
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I am happy to announce I have a poem in this beautiful anthology- 
 Hecate Magazine.

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 Skins‘ and 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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thankyou.

The Awakening-

artist-Ramesh Kumar

If I could,
I would evaporate through your mouth
a doorawy to dreams
and tiny dots-
wild mushrooms dancing atop our bodies
as if we have trapped the moon in our eyelids-
eyelids that do not utter a word,
 flowers on terrace,
static noises 
we scratch water with nails,
dirt on our palms
to know the film of our memory
floating in the lake
through breasts, heaviness
and Autumn that still looks upon us and smile.
smile to see us vacant
and full, altogether.
An awakening of God's music
temple bells- gongs 
negating everything else/
   but this stays
this blooms.


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sense of staying- a poem

Hi, Welcome to my poetry world yet again. I guess we all have no better solution rather than staying positive and hopeful. I am glad to feel this positive vibe yet again after all that India has been through and is still dealing. I am trying to do as much as I can and that includes taking care of my mental health as well.

Sharing a poem. Let me know your views and in general how life has been treating you all?:)

And maybe this shall never end-
Here, I rest my palms along with the stars,
honey-suckled, 
twigs of sunsets
hoping for tree of wishes
a spoon of lukewarm winters
which sits beside my small mind
a roar of summer breeze,
producing so much that only my heart can see,
 and maybe this shall never end-
yet I long for coral sweaters,
grass 
                attachment layered sky
above and below-
           the dreamcatchers
            in the grainy rain.
Our mouths unravelling
and spitting a tongue of hibiscus growing
scrubbing:
scrubbing all the sins away
lights spinning- gold,
poppies in a bathtub
and leaves fluttering across our bodies-
we want this,
           a human touch
a human being, indeed.

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a thing of loss

artemisdreaming: “ Malcolm Liepke The color. ”

Hi, Thankyou for sending your prayers through my last poem. I am reading poetry again and getting to Art as it keeps me going.

I am coming back to my writing my poems after a while 
a lot changed during these times. 
(Pandemic- second wave) 
My yellow tree remained un-watered all this while, 
humans burnt, 
relatives, families submerged with tears/ fears 
see my poem has started to rhyme, even. 
Keep on reading 
you will sense no sensibility 
a bunch of lost flowers now 
archaic, frenzied- 
razor sharp like tongue of cries 
bodies once warm now muted, 
cold, without a twin flame. 
the situation has become small and painful 
like a setting sun, only that it is not beautiful. 

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.

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. 

I wrote my poetry book – Crimson Skins out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here- IT’S AVAILABLE AT HALF THE COST ON POTHI.:) I have posted the reviews for my book in past posts, check it out if you are skeptical. I would appreciate it.
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Meteors

 
 
  
 Bones indigo,
 lacking a piece of earth,
 inside your mouth of stars
 a tremor of zodiac signs
 Like a Taurus blooming.
  
 You sprinkle lust
 on my bosom
 bubbles of thin colours,
 a 4 am  moonlight sigh.
 Tender mouths of mud and water,
 unborn fruits of the ultimate kiss.
 This is us.
  
 My hips now like a parched lake.
 I am made up of unpruned divinity,
 an untamed odorless shadow of sky
 between the thick sheets of a dark city.
  
 Beautiful sun, 
how you grow all over  me,
 with a swollen tongue licking my mouth,
 as if collapsing in his arms.
 Inside my mind, there is a temple.
 Rain
 Sun
 Earth
 I will crack my eyelids open, now.
   
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(I wrote this piece a long time ago)
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A concern to self-

And there is almost nothing but this silence
with which I caress my pallid numb thoughts
mud stained- inner knuckles,
fingernails growing all small and ugly
and not just that,
but I sleep with my dirty longings as well.
Bed of misery beneath the flesh of tongue.
Endless field of dark fragmented hopes/
You name it.
I wonder if this will be the season of spring inside my dreary grassland
Of beautiful spring flowers
things that resonate with the Earth, the moon and the stars.
Will it be a hiccup or a lost prayer?
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I wrote my poetry book – Crimson Skins out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here- IT’S AVAILABLE AT HALF THE COST ON POTHI.:) I have posted the reviews for my book in past posts, check it out if you are skeptical. I would appreciate it.
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The itch

the itch,
the orange glass ceilings always fail my existence,
an inhuman thing sinks beneath my eyelids
walking abruptly, in patterns unknown,
there are things which makes no sense
a loose river like madness
a loose butter like sky slipping from my white hands,
my hands which are now counting the marks of my footprints
making a spiral knot about this moments,
this momentary void inside of me,
this permanent injuries inside of me.
as everything engulfs everything
the violence in its own chest
the cold murder of my hands
and the body still counts the days left to breathe.

 I wrote my poetry book – Crimson Skins out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here- IT’S AVAILABLE AT HALF THE COST ON POTHI.:) I have posted the reviews for my book in past posts, check it out if you are skeptical. I would appreciate it.
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If I could- a poem from my book ‘Crimson Skins’

If I could
I would elope with my insanity
with a lavender bud blooming inside
my cheek.
I write mad things
drawing the turbid face of a blue lady
as if she has no blood vessels.
Breathless.
Slow.
Melting.
Twirling in my skirt skirts,
twirling along the locus.
My breaths inflate this entire galaxy.
like an elastic stuck to the tongue,
this tongue that is motionless too.
If I could, I would sink in an ephemeral elegy
denying the neon green hope.
A snivel of moist grass. 
A question of reality.
I will smirk & dance
and clap & clap.
A century of feeble screams suppressed under
my soft skin.
This madness makes me complete; I say so.
A sea of voice hidden under my curves.
I carry so many of you
here & there.
If I could,
I would melt along with you.



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A Memoir about Prayers and Healing

Things do not attach themselves to our void, till we allow it to occur. Things- broken, upsetting they instill our hearts and soul with remorse and pain. A haunting truth about liberation is when we clench our minds limited only to the point we think we need it, it never occurs. What about the next step?

The next step of releasing our fears and not ingesting the feeling of guilt and sadness always. The process requires abundance of acceptance. Acceptance of our mistakes, acceptance of knowing our worth, our dreams as well acceptance to not expect from others.

Prayers can be addictive. I have watched myself for a month not going to the bed without chanting a hymn or “om mani padme hum”…it’s  strange belief or a meditative medium as if I have someone to hold on, I never trusted humans and somehow I suffer from social anxiety and therefore I know how strong my bond is with miracles and prayers. No, the reason is not limited only to this. While addressing about my insanity and delirious thoughts in the form of poetry in my first full length collection- crimson skins, I cried and managed to write somehow.. I later found out my journey with healing. About something beyond pain…something surreal yet realistic. I dedicate each day ever since to my writing process as a slow, healing journey. A quiet, nurturing interaction to my soul. It’s all about the Self!

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 I wrote my poetry book – Crimson Skins out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here- IT’S AVAILABLE AT HALF THE COST ON POTHI.:) I have posted the reviews for my book in past posts, check it out if you are skeptical. I would appreciate it.

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