To see sanguine ropes of dirt and mollusk
we walk under the skins of disgust, often choking
Slumping, sliding under the caskets of Coffins
Biting the threads of skulls, breathing the sands of hope
We have a thumping noise, striking our iris and hands
Shivers and cold Noises.
Filling the brim of the Planet with liquids and milk
we march towards our home.
All the lonely people,
We exist still, under the cleft of your chins,
under the blue sonograms,
under the pits and pits.
We are the lonely people
Devika Mathur, Excerpt from ‘A Song with Many Voices: All the Lonely People,’ Darker Objects
“Darker Objects is a production of communal thoughts, ideas and most importantly depicting art in Unity. The voices in it are heard, shared and roared time and again.”
–Devika Mathur
Devika Mathur is a bilingual poet who resides in India and is the author of Crimson Skins. Her work has also been published in Madras Courier, Kitaab.org, Selcouth Station, Modern Literature, Indian Review, Whisper and the Roar, and Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, to name a few. She has written for more than 40 journals and loves to share similar thoughts through her initiative; Olive skins- a virtual platform for all surrealist writers. She was recently a part of the ‘Best of Mad Swirl’ anthology and has work included in the astounding anthology BymePoetica vol 2., as well as, All the Lonely People. She loves to express her thoughts through her WordPress blog, My Valiant Soul
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