My days in afternoon are nothing like yours,
I spend most of it by bird- watching,
Somersaulting colors of the sky,
I sip my chamomile tea to prepare my mind
for the evening’s strangers visit to my head.
My days are nothing like yours,
I adorn my necklaces again and again,
repetitive rituals often act like a slippery therapy.
Quiet and nostalgic.
Moments of velvet sadness.
I end my nights by weeping a little more,
by diffusing some hot coconut oil in my lamp,
to cease the heartache with a portion of leftover food maybe
as insane as it must be.
These are the things I do, to protect myself.
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. Crimson skins – US Crimson Skins- POTHI Subscribe to my newsletter- https://tinyletter.com/my_valiant_sou
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? ———————————————————————————-
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. Crimson skins – US Crimson Skins- POTHI Subscribe to my newsletter- https://tinyletter.com/my_valiant_sou
The flesh is incoherent the nuance of this body is sand all things that sit inside my bones, tremble like sounds unheard, from the Indian mountains it begins to crack piece by piece as if it is the wail of time as if there is no neck to this body. Humans- all that they love, sinks beneath, somewhere. And my eyes become wrinkled pomegranate seeds awash beside the uprooted trees of misery.
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. Crimson skins – US Crimson Skins- POTHI Subscribe to my newsletter- https://tinyletter.com/my_valiant_sou
I am quiet too often like the empty hallways, humming a song already forgotten with a tilting toe towards the sun a sigh: pink fingers dipped in pain a sigh: pink fingers dipped in hallucination there is a staircase now falling beneath my parting head half towards left, half towards right days whistling on sea waves about my country in flames, about my city in illusions
watching a cloud things fall under the feet now a complete loss of sense tiny leaflets fluttering
green songs that reflect nothing. the survival becomes a pungent smell often with absent glares and a blue sea that is a part of my dream.
My poetry collection is receiving all the love for which I am truly thankful to each one who supported it. I produced my book out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here-
Yellow – scratched and heavy an unknown desire to melt between the stasis of the sky. Yellow, a color that dissolves inside my thin muscles, my tongue wired up with your name, a loose sheet of kiss and melancholy, Yellow: a quiet tapestry that hangs loose bearing limbs out of balance bearing mouths dripping foolish sins. An external pain of the body, a pain crisp as our bedsheet
I am a bunch of memories that belong to the sky patched and cornered.
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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.
Beneath my chin above the nape of the neck a heralding discover I utter, a tune of orgasm in sunshine a tune of roaring diaphragm, here, I sit and count my fingers dipped numb and electric, so much despair that stares back. So much to reach just a hand cold, cold, cold and nothing else now. Limping and stuttering, between my cold clavicle with bones so thin and weak There is a waterfall of endless poetry dripping from my bosom a monotone of soft , quiet landscapes. It spills again, roaming in a silver night
I produced my 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.
It has been a long time since I have interacted with my WordPress readers.
I hope everyone is doing fine or just surviving things at the their best level. It’s okay if this year did not start with a kick for you. Trust your timings! I am trying to reset my mindset with slow living. Trying and making goals at a slow space and it’s a different yet beautiful progress for me.
I am curious to learn about any new life update that has happened to you. Your plans, goals, anything? Recently I enjoyed the book “The Untethered Soul” and it has molded me in such a artistic way. If you need some relaxation, you should check out that book.
Lastly, I am chuffed to inform about my poetry publication in the mammoth anthology ‘The Kali Project’ which includes the poetry/ art of Indian Female poets. The project was a unique call about the power of feminism and goddess Kali. I am grateful to Candice and Megha for this opportunity. You can get your copies through Amazon, Pothi, if interested.
I produced my 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.
A few years back, I was lost in the era of pain and wound, emotional and physical reverberation. Times that made me crippled, head full of variety of aches and then I decided to print my emotions into a voice louder than my pain. I wrote my book with labor, love and sweat. I am grateful for the lovely, heartfelt reviews it received. If you want you can still read my book Crimson Skins on Amazon, Kindle available worldwide. I would appreciate it. Thanks.
