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Want

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I get lost in the patterns of people
Eyes that I read
Bodies that breathe
Wandering meandering senses
Of wanting to be understood.
Minds and lips that never find
A connection, a need to know
Where does the depth to one end?
I dip my feet in the salty blue-grey
Skin pruning under the touch of clouds.
A feeling deep rooted
Branches through my eyes.
I wish, some understood
And some didn’t.
A feeling to be wanted
In a way that I want
By someone I want
Is alien to me.
Where does this need end?
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~insight07
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Sun On My Hands

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Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.

Sun On My Hands

A couple of years back, when I felt the world around me had closed into a tiny box I called my room, and everything was beyond my control. I had published my first book, Dreaming in a Fish Bowl. It felt very much like a whisper from me to me. Published as a paperback, with a local publication house, the book had been received with a lot of surprise. Most people did know I write. While only a small percentage truly understood the meaning behind the words, almost everyone has a copy of the book now. In many ways, it was a start of a conversation with others who were going through similar hard times.

Paperback (Available in India Only)- https://www.amazon.in/Dreaming-Fish-Bowl-Devika-Todi/dp/B09JYRL77B

As is the case almost always, we outgrow ourselves, and inevitably, the art that we create. I still carry the moments from those years with me, sometimes intensely so. Yet, there has been a shift. Slowly but surely, my world expanded from that tiny fishbowl, to the world. Sun peered in from all corners. And my hands felt warm from the touch of it. I felt joy, I feel joy. And the rollercoaster that comes with that feeling.
I felt it was the right time to capture this essence in a second book. So here it is. Sun on my Hands- a Poetry and Prose Collection.

Weary Travellers

My words are weary travelers
They come back to me
Each night, they trudge along the rivers of conversations
Back to their sleeping beds
Exhaustion pools in their eyes
They are unrequited, unwanted in this world
Discovery of moons and stars has done no good to them
They are still where they are.
Ripples of emotions run on their skin
They are pierced but held together
Handwritten letters lost to maps.
Lives that are not lives but translucent beings with meaning in them
Some meaning
They cannot just exist without any consciousness?
My fingers are at a loss, as I note this down
This runny thought down
Before I am lost to tasks that just don’t make sense
And people, who are faceless maskless personas
Floating in cyberspace.
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~insight07

Check out my new book- Sun On My Hands!
https://wp.me/p5gmIC-1a7

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Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.

Familiarity

My sense of familiarity with the world feels strange.
Sometimes, it extends to cities at once.
Sometimes, it is the journey between 2 cities.
Sometimes, it is a conversation with a face that is changing.
Sometimes, it is the way a cushion is placed in my room.
Sometimes, it is the smell of people and the way they keep their hair, the movement of their limbs.
Sometimes, it is with the blue sky; the dome of our heads similar.
Sometimes, it is my own two shoes sitting outside in the cold
Against a cold door.
Sometimes, it is the tiny spider that webs inside me, still unknown to my anatomy-
Hair, bones, movements
A pile of paper crushed in a corner, a mountain against a sky
So blue, so blue
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~insight07

Check out my new book- Sun On My Hands!
https://wp.me/p5gmIC-1a7