Written By: Devika Mathur
a life so subtle, airy
leaks from sideways
into a spiral knot of susurrus sigh,
levitating into a figure of nothingness,
mocking this day face of orange goddess,
A high wuthering callous air.
A waft of mute noise.
All things now remain alert.
A joyous sound.
Like nothing ever leaked,
like nothing palpitated.
Floral prints on chest now,
from neck to threads of moon lit bosom.
Here my life begins like an end of
Devika Mathur resides in India and is a published poet, writer. Her works have been published or are upcoming in Madras Courier, Modern Literature, Two Drops Of Ink, Dying Dahlia Review, Pif Magazine, Spillwords, Duane's Poetree, Piker Press, Mojave Heart Review, Whisper and the Roar amongst various others. She is the founder of surreal poetry website "Olive Skins" and writes for: https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/.