I feel

I drink sips of grief

From a porcelain cup

Of tea.

I taste the bitter

Sweet memories

In this black

Coffee.

Coloured candies of

Sweet sugar sweet

Melt on my pink

Tongue.

Salt from a

Pile of white stick

To my wet fingers.

I feel.

~insight07

Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.

Circus

It is a circus

It is a game

You are the trainer

You are the lion with mane

Dancing monkeys and

Blinding colours

Bright lights

Audience full of loud cheers

A joker with sad eyes

An elephant which

Speaks lies

Swinging ropes from

Mammoth tents

A happy dog

Collecting twenty cents.

Who are you

In this flow?

A bit of glimmer

A spark of fake hope?

We are all

Pieces in the game

Come, let’s do our part

Stick to our identity and names

Even if you are lost

You can thank the generous host!

~insight07

Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.

A truth, a lie

It’s funny how days

Are not days anymore

But tired hopeless hours

Piled on each other

Faces, are not faces anymore

But expressions of the same

Thought unsaid.

Eyes wander through and to

Colours of humans and one blue

Hands of the dead undead

Deep in my chest

Burst through, branching

Towards the ultimate good.

I have exhausted myself

I don’t feel myself

In this jungle

Of multi-faceted friends

I still, try and try

Because I believe

All actions come back to me

A truth, a lie.

~insight07

Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.

What am I?

I feel like a full balloon

Floating towards a blue sky

With a tiny tiny hole

Exhaling air more than I take in

I feel like a wet sand castle

I still am

But for how long?

I feel like an unformed cloud

In a clear sky

How will I collect myself from places I belong to?

I feel like an old cassette player

Stuck to a tune that doesn’t sound anymore

Just a dust collecting tool.

I feel like the half milky moon

There, yet not there

In this ever changing night sky.

~insight07

Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.

Fine

Sometimes I feel

The very blood in my body is drying

But other times I feel fine

So fine that I think

And think about all the people in my life.

An odd collection of different facets

Marbled pieces with shiny surfaces.

An arm and inch between me and the world

Faces hover over my neck

Breaths of expectation on my heated skin.

We are going through the myriad of actions

Butterflies on my trembling fingers-

I kiss these pink beings with all my love

Even though sometimes I feel

The very love in me is drying.

But other times I feel fine.

~insight07

Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.

Red brick

A sky trapped between

Two walls

A plant growing from a crack on

One wall

A paint layer peeling from

Two bricks

A name on

One brick

A brother, a sister and a lost childhood

A mother trapped in a word

Her name on a

Red brick of a

Red wall of a

Red building;

Red homes to chameleon beings.

~insight07

Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.

Sleepy

Eloquent beaks of unsung tunes

Spine of feathers

Fine figures

Sleepy stars in

Warmth of blanket blue

A dream of possibilities

Sun of white and grey hues.

~insight07

Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.

Side by side

Mint breath on paper skins

Colours of regret and pain on

Faces that cannot hide love.

A soft rain falls and falls;

Sky cries on our shoulders.

We sit, side by side

Lost

In knots

Of reality and thoughts.

~insight07

Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.