I know of a lady in white with a mouth full of promises, spreading a nocturnal path of flowers, like a longed kiss above the eye, a lady that slips in my chest, within the small rim of my fist, a sniff so wild, a mouth that dwells on mountains moist. a lady with a potato peel, with cardigans and wool on her mahogany table, entangled like dust in her bun, mouth covered with layers of smiles and powder, a moment of purple sanity, a lady in white that lives in a suburban city, with marigolds just in her eyes. —————————————————————
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I just received my author copies of “Crimson Skins“. If anyone interested in receiving a signed copy of my book please let me know as soon as possible. The books will be available at discount, also along with my signature.
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I am thrilled to announce that my book Crimson Skins is now available as a kindle and paperback version on Amazon
Praise for the book-
When Devika, a poet whose work I adore, approached me with an Advanced Readers Copy of her poetry collection, I was beyond thrilled. For her success, as well as the opportunity I got to read her art before it released.
Crimson Skins is divided into six portions: Isolation, Detachment, Liquid Prose (this section is for prose poems), Delirium, Attachment and Revival. It expresses emotions of sorrow, despair and numbness in very beautifully crafted words.
To Devika’s Instagram fans, I can assure you that you will enjoy this work, which is an elevation of the wonders we have seen so far. With eloquent metaphors and vivid imagery, the pieces are a delight to read. Each poem is heavy and laden with poetic technique, so I would recommend savouring a couple a day, as I did. For me, that really made the reading experience insightful and enjoyable. There are common themes and ideas that flow through the book in a manner that make the poems fit with each other seamlessly.
With masterpieces like Ode to November, Formations and Poetry that Eats Me, this isn’t a publication to be missed!
with our bodies colliding this night sings a song of petunia, a soft spring blooming behind our feet. A velvet yawn of a quiet afternoon.
The night is a tiny flower thumping against the sun-kissed breaths a hum of summer, a hum of winter.
The mouth dipped in the greasy elbows, a pathway to the flowering petals. Silver droplets of water, the body shrinks like a caterpillar now, sparkles of the rain, Too many screams now, too many abstract bodily postures.
This night delivers a tangled knot of whispers of leaves, like salt, the whispers rubbing our elbows, quietly. Hushed. A season of moist talks.
From the longest time I wanted to express my gratitude to all my readers who have showed their continued love and support to my writings. Since a past few months I have not felt the strongest of myself. Especially after my book release. It’s sad to witness people often not cherishing art as it should be. Support and love means a lot for any artists no matter what.
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The dialogues of life, cold and tiny making my bosom collapse at night, with white nakedness of velvet sky and the paper sniffing my skin, a hard yawn of the afternoon, a dark spot on the skin- The dialogue of life to my springs, to my sharp scandal of the eye. This it. This is she. A massive sea beneath the hand, beneath your mouth, a massive ocean with softness of mornings This is she, between the eye of sunsets happening.
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The night has a soft pattern to dismantle my body<
Quiet a as hushed wound with a flat curvature of a splitting fruit,
my body is a temple to wounds,
a temple to eat things that are fleshy.
The night lamps are soft ointments to soothe this loss .
A state of delirium, a state of despair.
These wounds are like flowers sitting atop my body,
Wounds- a silhouette of a silver limping leg,
a mouth that spreads shade of green fevers.
I have no where else to go now,
I rest my story to the empty nights,
a hollow stone is all that stays.
ALSO, IF ANYONE KNOWS HOW TO SWITCH BACK TO CLASSIC EDITOR PLEASE HELP ME!