The Weeping Song- Aakriti Kuntal

Image and writing By Aakriti Kuntal
If I must now,
now that the whole sky is molten
carcasses of marigolds and water lilies
I’d do it
I’d open my mouth wide and scream
Then you couldn’t deny it
even if you wanted to
My body of cerulean flakes
As it would pile upon your
white lotus skin
and dance to the tune of your breath
I’d declare my love
to the solemn face of a downward facing sky
The blunt face of cold utensils,
their inherent apathy for all bleeding things
I’d pick you off long scrawny windows
rocking
beneath my rectangular eyelid
and ship little parts of my being overseas to you
Tell you that I’m here, smiling,
long and overgrown in this useless body
Watching all these dead parts hum in vain

Aakriti Kuntal is a 25-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, and her work has been published in 1947 Literary Journal, Duane’s PoeTree blog, Visual Verse and Indian Periodical among others.

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