I am thrilled to announce that my book Crimson Skins is now available as a kindle and paperback version on Amazon Praise for the book- When Devika,… Read more “CRIMSON SKINS NOW AVAILABLE AS PAPERBACK”
Author: my valiant soul
A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times.
Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied.
My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others.
Curator of Olive Skins.
A mad song – Devika Mathur
Dear girl, you know about such times of love and supple breeze of time and earthed sky. A song you wish to sing now? A calcined mirror… Read more “A mad song – Devika Mathur”
A beautiful Silence
There is absolutely no one in my room Silence wraps its body and splatters itself on my chest. A humdrum of incessant things like a blue moon,… Read more “A beautiful Silence”
A beautiful mind – Devika Mathur
I feel a sudden twitch today, Blue as this cold dead water ripple. Flavored sniffs of nocturnal touches of laughter, all wrapped in the thin film… Read more “A beautiful mind – Devika Mathur”
closure
and i am done for today, the grey hopes, stoned and tied. A torrential wave of numb waters, flushing, choking. i sit on the ground where… Read more “closure”
A giver
I have given your mouth a flutter, To splutter and swallow The numb atoms of lights. I am a giver, a pacifier. Poultice to your scarred eyelids.… Read more “A giver”
Ways of surviving
I want to offer my body petals of seduction, curved and surviving into the madhouse of sickness to the surviving lotus. I may not scream as icicles… Read more “Ways of surviving”
Mode of expressions
How do I express my anxiety? Let me dip my nails and bite my skin, with the horrors of iterative chills like a wood spanking my cheekbones… Read more “Mode of expressions”
Physical Existence- Devika Mathur
Dyslexia, into my thin membrane to hear your wounding tales Pervicacious drops of blood stick to my venom I hear wars, tremors, haze into the folds of… Read more “Physical Existence- Devika Mathur”
Whisper and the Roar 