A gloomy promise

From Olive Skins

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Ignorance

What does this speak to you?
my lament and a burning tongue
a swamp so full of oiled waters

I have an eye of the tiger
a frivolous running star
and often I sink in the void of blank noon.

They ask me how do I look
when I smile and giggle.
a silk saree well pleated and insane maybe.

I walk in the blazing red zone now,
I am scrupulous little statue of pale city.
I often smile,
I often glorify.

Check your thermometer now,
am I breathing still?
Is life still circulating around my small feet?
Check again, you.
A life sucks dream of one’s mind
and shove it into the loop of insanity.

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P S-

My recent poems published on two drops of ink.

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A bevy of stained minds

Forests that speak

1.

In front of me, in the forest an array of sky shimmer.
I do not turn around to sniff the leaves,
there is a smooth trespasser on my skin.
So, I let it be.
I let the wind sit on my painted toenails.
As I walk further, rivers quarrel about a spider’s life behind.
I look at it. A life made independently.
It inspires, floral flowers blooming upon my eyelids.
A pure sound of crickets.
Sound that tickles my lips, and blurs my loss.
A stoppage to a mundane life.

2.

In my room, I would lay horizontally
glistening the birds of silk skin, disappearing like smoke.
There was my body, a stone of carcass.

3.

And As i walk into the woods,
The rain kisses my neck nonchalantly.
A silent kiss of a stranger on my lips.

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NaPoWriMo #6

My poem published on Mojave Heart Review!

Link to my published poem here

Halt

A cold mouth of air,
streaming down the rivers up till my painted toes.
I see a circled pair romancing behind the surface of the sky.
A cold distilled breaths.
Pure. Fixating, like a rubber band.

Far away from this orange sunset.
I hear umbrellas holding a hand of a detached one.
They support and smile. Simple.
Slowly, steadily like a geranium blooming after ages of scuffed earth.

Hums heard in the quietness of the diaphragm.
Subtle potions of looped lips,
speaking a language of gods.
Serene and mysterious.
poets standing on the ebb of satisfaction. Halt.
There, you, halt.

NaPoWriMo-4