The noise of this brain – Devika Mathur

 

And so I crumble in my own jaw line

Leaking from the iris,

A stoned mahogany stuck

Beneath the frivolous sky,

I lie like a pond, open and scarred,

Rummaging through your eyes,

To seek something that belongs to my lip.

I fail.

I fail the second day as well.

My mind talks pills and potions

A volatile adamant touch of burps.

A ripple lost and secured.

My mind is insane, forever.

 

Devika Mathur blogs at https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/

 

 

13 thoughts on “The noise of this brain – Devika Mathur

  1. I love how you create your own imagery to reflect the scene and emotions. It is exactly what great writers do but it I find it hard to do and thinks it takes courage as a writer. It is lovely. Thanks for sharing it! Awesome picture, too.

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