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The sky is swelling with clouds
And colours. It is a white day today.
The roads are damp still from the previous shower.
People and dogs are shaking their fur
Umbrellas. We never tire to move on
Even if the world falls. The sky is falling right in front of my window.
Everything begins and ends right here.
A point.
The world. Horizon. Roads.
My house plants are confused, they don’t know what to do with the additional water
Collecting in the pots. They miss the sun.
I am not sure what or whom I love or miss anymore.
The walls of my room are swelling with damp
It feels like the water is ready to enter my fist-sized world
From all sides.
Wave upon wave, day upon day.
Rain collects in clouds and finally,
It falls. Irrespective of what is going on in your mind.
My room. And life.

~insight07


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Breathe~ A thought

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Everyone do a simple exercise with me.

*Breathe in*
*Breathe out*
*Breathe in*
*Breathe out*

Now, just imagine. While you were doing this exercise, someone took their last breath and someone took their first.
I find this entire world mind boggling!

Access this and other poems in my book, “Dreaming in a Fish Bowl”!

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Feel

I have become a being of feelings
Suddenly in the middle of the day
End of the night
You come in my mind
I don’t like it. I am not with myself anymore.
I am somewhere floating in the middle of the long distance between us.
Mere minutes are not enough when I seek your entire being
And the way you make me feel.
My skin remembers your touch, and I replay the way you feel.
I have absorbed you in a strange way. There are no filters between us.
Conversations matter, but they don’t matter as I melt in your smile
In your arms.
Love is an illusion, I know.
But this love feels so real.
For now, I will not label it anything, but let it settle on me-
A small smile that plays in the middle of the day
End of the night.

~insight07


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Free

Dates don’t make sense to me anymore.
Whether it is 3rd of June, or 14th of January
All seem synonymous to me.
Time as years and movement fails to funnel in my existence.
It is spread out wide.
As intangible as the sky.

It is the season of rain.
Clouds pour every now and then.
Not for more than a few minutes.
Now (right now) that is a unit I understand.
A few circles in a square clock.
Tic toc.

I remember to carry my umbrella (everyday).
A capitalist machine sits on my shoulders.
So I never experience rain, even if I hear it fall all around me.
Mountains and buildings drench.
Windows become pale mirrors.
Grey mirrors.

I don’t like wearing a watch.
If I don’t stare at my phone.
Time leaves me alone.
Caught.
Trapped in other bodies.
Round clocks.
Tic toc.

I am free.

~insight07


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