Corona-Aakriti Kuntal/Writings of Aakriti Kuntal

I discovered you

in the absence of me

 

When the curtains lay in my mouth, cloth pleated into piles

of fecal matter, flowers and layers, layers of withdrawn day,

treading figurines of slate clouds

standing with a crowbar on my inflated neck

 

I lit up, gently first, my flesh reaping the colors from your smile

Our hours dispersed like a language on my stomach,

pools and spheres, spontaneous combustion

 

You carved rotations into the darkness beneath my breasts,

curling their defeated tenderness in your defeated arms

I came to you, like a lip does to a lip, under a circumstance

of unraveling gravity, a state of matter beyond all matter

 

It is amusing how we can carve worlds inside worlds, with mouths

at a task, mouths ignited, mouths entangled and engaged,

structures of agile perimeters

 

Mouths that have been burnt, that carry guns and grenadine stacked in

cavities, like humus for judgment day

Mouths that unfurl carelessly into beetle flutes

when the gentle winds blows into them

throwing yet another occasion of promises

 

I found you, a seed,

that rose entwined in the wavelengths of my dangling fingers

and onto my stubborn arm,

maple trees and turmeric shrubs blooming

I found you as your skin suspended over mine

a seesaw motion of sunflower seeds

Further and further and further

into a corona

of circling rhythms


Aakriti Kuntal is a 24-year-old emerging poetess from the country of veritable colors and stratified rainbows, India. A Network Engineer by profession she has been writing for over a year now. She enjoys nature, music, all things geeky and all things art.

Aakriti writes for the Writings of Aakriti Kuntal Her work has been published in 1947 Literary Journal, Duane’s PoeTree blog, Visual Verse and Indian Periodical among others.

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

24 thoughts on “Corona-Aakriti Kuntal/Writings of Aakriti Kuntal”

  1. I feel like I could spend hours unraveling the imagery, exploring all of its implications. “You carved rotations into the darkness beneath my breasts, curling their defeated tenderness in your defeated arms” is still echoing in my head. It feels full of mystery and truths to be unraveled. Another beautiful piece my friend.

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      1. You are crazy talented not only for your tender years but yeah, someone writing that well at your age? I’m excited to see what you will be in ten years time, I see a long path for you, and for us, who love what you do

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