Devika Mathur (Colours of Love and Barriers)

Devika Mathur
Devika Mathur resides in India and is a published poet, writer, and editor. Her works have been published in The Alipore Post, 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 others. She writes for   and recently published her book "Crimson Skins". Her five poems were also published in the Sunday Mornings River anthology recently.


They say 
but love is rust-
 A timeline that stenches too bad-
and shapeless,
but you would defy with your wise words.
 Always trying to be a seismic thunder across my belly.
You- the sinner who does not know- the skins, the shades, the hopes
you die each night with many muted nights
you can’t get enough love they say- but where is it?
Underneath your lips or mine?
Where does it stand now?
Wait! Watch the stairs- the boundless threads of little steps
of small quivering moons, cotton candies
And you say you do not sniff it
or climb onto its porous formation
Heat- disoriented energy
Mouth- frayed fingers unable to count moles
Furrows of trembling nerves- but you do not see.
For you have a voice that never speaks 
Slow sleep
 A scrap of sickle and dust.
For love is nothing but a sensation and science, 
Metaphysics and galaxies all collapsing through my womb
air currents reaching up:
     tender cold bare existence.


  1. A lovely and quite interesting write. Thank you for sharing. 🦋❤️


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