To Fall Apart in Hues – Delhi Poetry Slam

To Fall Apart in Hues

By Sakshi 

The damp, moist wall
with shades of beige and grey,
It's silence soft-sided in the swampy eyes,
there must be something they say.

Shades,
darker, lighter,
and so on, rendezvousing in the void,
Where the heart aches with a sweet little pinch,
aches numbed
heart clamped, i am now, paranoid.

My cerebrum doesn't light with them candles and so the gloomy night,
It seems,
so mindless, always a little less sufficed,
But my pale casket of bones and flesh endures only, brain anaesthetized.

While i dive deep down into distressed dementia,
Where still the pale, unclear muse
and still how the fingers stumble upon the same,
Like daisies finding the sun amongst the cloudiest When death is almost door with bruise,
When i smell the corpses, callous tunred blue,
When the hands shake, lips flutter but still the old i sew.

And why, why to fall apart as i never could build an armor mounted with scarab,
Or have the guts that stand like Merusault when he thinks not twice to kill an arab.
Oh or maybe, just maybe it was not him but the author, as i am the author
I paint
my canvas off of worst delusions,
I bedeck the worst hues,
please spare me, oh please, another panel,
another fabric or a paper.
Oh for "love hath made thee a tame snake"
and be me slithering,
for my love is all I color.


2 comments

  • All the writings are amazing .

    Jyoti Jain
  • Just fantastic. It’s a masterpiece. Love it

    Sukanya Bhattacharya

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