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
Hi all ! I am just planning to engage in a new aspect of blogging and writing my heart out. For sure, I will be doing poetry, Poetry is my heart and religion but for some reason I want to connect deeper and would love to dig in more. I would love to discuss Art in all forms here. Surrealism and things so related. I am skeptical these days about my writing a little so giving it a small hold but apart from that I would love to be tagged for anything new or would love to check out your amazing diverse blogs. Please hold onto my blog and keep coming back to my new aspects of blogging which could be a simple life routine, a few updates anything at all. I am taking an off from my social media accounts once again because I want to stay connected with YOU ALL TOO MUCH. Recently I did a collab poem with the stunning writer Lucy. Check out that here.
Attaching a poem from my collection of poems Crimson Skins. If you have not ,you can check out the same on all the major e commerce sites. Shared an Amazon US link.
My poetry is a portrait And there it bleeds with a straw of life slipping soaking a system of events day by day in the space of tectonic air. My poetry is stuck like a motif obeying no order no smell of fear. It stands on the wall and watches it all happening. A mouth like an operation room choking on all supernatural paintings floating, quietly transforming into noise
I am more than glad to have stumbled upon Lucy’s gorgeous blog and we both decided to do a collaboration together. Please read and let us know of your opinion in the comments. Show some love to her blog as well.
It happened again the dead sea full of dried emotions and the charm to write about withering winters happened again, from my arms to my toe nails with colors and with a paint- brush the knuckles are red due to migraine, the bosoms are sagging due to age. The concept of time throws my memory into a massive ocean of sins/ fears/ aches. And I think of myself as a soft folktale, lost somewhere, occurring due to occult or a greasy lovemaking. I count the days back and front to defy the mouth in exasperation to write about the shivering body. Madness is what keeps my soul intact, I can talk to my mind for longer hours often with dead bumblebees right beside me, here- with leaves falling upon my chest my mahogany textured hair clinging to a sad tree. (Devika)
If this is bliss, please don’t leave; silhouettes played by sculptural midnights is a song and dance of memory; the opus rises like god's rainwater of tragedy and embrace— it entrances my bones kneed into pride like a strange dream; a legacy of my footing in the stone, I saw it today in the past to defy the orgasmic cult, prime and prime shadows in the back of my mind, as messianic blood drops from my feet it had crushed the late moon on its garden bed, almost thieving the sleeping bear mentioned for its own season; the eucalyptus wilts in my asylumned winter, the violence within my dreams and the uncoiled warmth of the thorn into my side, claws into my first breath. (Lucy) Lucy's blog
I have no clue how to begin this but I definitely feel sad to see how people on this lovely community are showing lack of interaction on my blog. I understand, how I was not always there to read all your lovely posts as I was caught up in the releasing/ promoting procedure of my poetry book.
But I dont want my bond with my valuable readers to die out. I have invested my love on this platform through my poetry.
Please let me know if I can catch up with your recent works as well. I truly care about this blog, our community, our love for writing.
(In case you wish to read my book-Crimson Skins, you can check out Amazon and bookswagon.)