you know about such times
of love and supple breeze
of time and earthed sky.
A song you wish to sing now?
A calcined mirror absorbing your breaths,
watch it carefully,
a heavy heart shots of a mad sky
A mad song
it shall be
of your swollen deep magenta desires
of your clairvoyant dreams about him,
with a blurred picture of aesthetics.
You do not understand, for now.
He is just like cotton candy.
A bereft and a stark sky,
watching you depart
like a candle’s wax.
Stop your volatile behavior now.
for it shall tear your voice,
like a petal detaching from a beautiful flower.
Across this black room,
numbness shall rest.
There is absolutely no one in my room
Silence wraps its body and splatters itself on my chest.
A humdrum of incessant things
like a blue moon, blue blood sinks into the well of my mind,
eating the feverish residue laying there.
These thoughts, they cringe/cling/eat
like a plant in a cold rain,
embossing a slick shadow in the earth
And so I lie naked all by myself
giving way to this silent flower
ready to bloom candles
For the crevices exist in places
unknown to my mind.
And I hibernate now. / A beautiful silence/
I feel a sudden twitch today,
Blue as this cold dead water ripple.
Flavored sniffs of nocturnal touches of laughter,
all wrapped in the thin film of a small garden,
watching me like a ghost.
My body is one today, floating in abysmal.
Plagiarism of mouth often haunts my brain.
And each time, i pick up my fallen canvas of dreams,
emptying, filling, emptying…
the process takes a day or a night.
I am broken like complete poetry.
There is a method of how I decay. I believe it is the greatest notion.
the greatest form of art, you should learn.
I hear it,
the drumming windows of that ghost.
I feel abortions, thousand of them in my belly, like that.
And then there is my mirror,
hollow, small, flowing.
a twig of spring inside my mouth,
popping up to show my mind, a beautiful mind.
and i am done for today,
the grey hopes, stoned and tied.
A torrential wave of numb waters,
i sit on the ground where a fly wilts,
sticking its head on the soil.
To be a morose winter, maybe.
And i resemble that.
My hands are not butter anymore,
they do not count stars,
they stink rather of filth/ bluish trepidation. And I am done for the day, like that.
I have given your mouth a flutter,
To splutter and swallow
The numb atoms of lights.
I am a giver, a pacifier.
Poultice to your scarred eyelids.
I bloom inside you,
Your atlas of belly button.
A splinter of moon,
Beneath the crumble of your pillow
To talk and soothe,
I am a giver.
My green veins of lantern love,
Curtains on lips,
You on me , a gateway.
I give you moon and the sun.
Drizzling springs favorite song
On my flat body now.
To suffice what has leaked,
To make my words, a crisp song.
I want to offer my body
petals of seduction,
curved and surviving
into the madhouse of sickness
to the surviving lotus.
I may not scream as icicles of tears,
with hallow bites of you clinging my wrist,
Engines of ruffled sleeps,
constant pain and pool of madness,
I want to offer my naked eye
hanging blurred stiff body-
to the callous of falling bodies.
you & your sickened friend,
your friend & your shimmering body joints,
You see, my body became a home of insanity,
with ashes, leftovers,
clocks of loose time.
You see, i have been there,
dripping like cold blood.
And, i sniff and hurt more and more.
How do I express my anxiety?
Let me dip my nails and bite my skin,
with the horrors of iterative chills
like a wood spanking my cheekbones
Colour changing, chameleon tongue.
I am pulverized in this shade of trance,
with my thoughts eating my red eyelids.
Pich and pluck or pluck and pinch
Spit and run or run and spit
The ebb of heart rises like high tides in sigh.
I sit in this corner, burning now
along with the burning ink.
Dyslexia, into my thin membrane
to hear your wounding tales
Pervicacious drops of blood stick to my venom
I hear wars, tremors, haze into the folds of my skin,
like palpable beggar’s eye.
My white bed-sheet mark my body with cuts, acidic tears
Proliferating porous permanent scars
Hush, my words are twisting into my own stomach,
My thick mouth deteriorates again and again
Observe my skin, its expanding its dimensions
Changing seasons, changing colours
Squalid eyes pinch the glance, time pokes thorns on my tongue
Am I a myth, still being a reality?
Or I am the reality in your venal liquid baked body.
My sister, I conjured the sustenance of despair and morality
with your apple pie and the almond milk shake.
I churned your spotted skin into my minty breaths
making our bodies glow in the collision of the moon.
I heard mama cry and my cat frowning on the neighbours
when my back was scratched and segmented into tiny fragments.
I remember we did not eat our Dosa or any other fancy dinner for multitudinous days
oh, my sister a week passed by in disconsolate tanned knots of your memory.
And I am still a shivering, paradox of myth.
Devika resides in India and apart from educating English she enjoys reading and writing anything raw and dark perhaps. A hater of hypocrisy and a staunch believer in love she loves solitude and often dances to express her emotions.
Forget me not in the sacrosanct lie of your humour
You emerged from this naked soil and swallowed me in your spotted stomach,
there I married the curved paper, a velvet pink heart to spill the wounds
And then I saw the pills, the sturdy roses seeping from the pills you took,
a migraine, hallucinations, heartbreaks, I have written all
I have conjured your eyes in the dead sky,
And then I have seen sparkles and cries wrapped in your divine pubis
Warmth of the ice and icicles formed on your purple pupil
suffocates a pregnant lady on the road.
I am your muse, my dear
The abhorrence here detonate you,
mould you into a spider’s web.
Frost of sick tear-like volcanic eruption sticks to your toenail
I write it…I swallow and swallow
until you pour alcoholic cotton on your fiery tongue.
This time is a meteor in your sand-like body.
Devika is poetess writing day and night. She has authored her book and is working on her next book. Her writings have been published in Sudden Denouement, Visual Verse, Indian Periodicals, Indian Ruminations, Spill words among others.