Mediterranean Mermaid
The great white sharks are bobbing up
As Mediterranean ocean is dripping
In the soup bowl
An absurdist sucks
In the heckled hollow wrist.
Algeria is slithering, dusk
has descended
Upon dunes, are dancing
In the red shower. Summer wind making
quick twist.
In a liliac Eve
Mermaids of Mondovi are awaiting
on the sea beaches
Albert the hunter. Arrival
would be in the moonwalk,
As the bowl is empty now.
*Mondovi --Mediterranean city, birthplace of Albert Camus.
Demon’s Salvation
Between hundred year’s radius ; I swam
Micro mile, bobbing up
Undertow, churning up
in my spinal cord.
cylindrical cutting edge,
both are laid
Side by side in tube
My love sufterfugated white cold cube.
A snow with hot erosive hairs,
Coagulated flesh hurtling,
Tentacles are dangling
Out of my pores.
Wintry night in the creek of lip lock:
Nicotine in my coffee mug
Breakage in nimbus;
free demigods are now singing
Songs of demon's salvation!
Ganga
A breakage was in the soft fabric
Thousand winds turned
At the quay I was laving my face.
Ganga sprouted in my dark soul
Littered rags, excreta floating
I tried to curve my boat
Dipping soul,
Don't seek sacred song in me
When whole eyelashes would stuck
I will leap
In a collapsing creek
Twin Tombs
In the dark gush of rain at my doorstep
I was choked in, Arctic ocean sucked
in my nib-
whenever i tried to write
you, my sweetheart
I freeze-
It's not a matter of tomorrow
but heaped under yearlong broken sorrow.
past lives in corpse song
I know my mother's tomb
waiting me with dark dangling twigs,
never i visited after my brother's demise
Twin tombs aches in my throat,
beside you dear
just measure me, hear
I am a song of dark castle.
Dr. Pragya Suman is a doctor by profession, from India. Writing is her passion. Her poems and articles have been published in multiple magazines and anthologies. She is Gideon poetry award winner of summer 2020.
The great white sharks are bobbing up
As Mediterranean ocean is dripping
In the soup bowl
An absurdist sucks
In the heckled hollow wrist.
Algeria is slithering, dusk
has descended
Upon dunes, are dancing
In the red shower. Summer wind making
quick twist.
In a liliac Eve
Mermaids of Mondovi are awaiting
on the sea beaches
Albert the hunter. Arrival
would be in the moonwalk,
As the bowl is empty now.
*Mondovi --Mediterranean city, birthplace of Albert Camus.
Demon’s Salvation
Between hundred year’s radius ; I swam
Micro mile, bobbing up
Undertow, churning up
in my spinal cord.
cylindrical cutting edge,
both are laid
Side by side in tube
My love sufterfugated white cold cube.
A snow with hot erosive hairs,
Coagulated flesh hurtling,
Tentacles are dangling
Out of my pores.
Wintry night in the creek of lip lock:
Nicotine in my coffee mug
Breakage in nimbus;
free demigods are now singing
Songs of demon's salvation!
Ganga
A breakage was in the soft fabric
Thousand winds turned
At the quay I was laving my face.
Ganga sprouted in my dark soul
Littered rags, excreta floating
I tried to curve my boat
Dipping soul,
Don't seek sacred song in me
When whole eyelashes would stuck
I will leap
In a collapsing creek
Twin Tombs
In the dark gush of rain at my doorstep
I was choked in, Arctic ocean sucked
in my nib-
whenever i tried to write
you, my sweetheart
I freeze-
It's not a matter of tomorrow
but heaped under yearlong broken sorrow.
past lives in corpse song
I know my mother's tomb
waiting me with dark dangling twigs,
never i visited after my brother's demise
Twin tombs aches in my throat,
beside you dear
just measure me, hear
I am a song of dark castle.
Dr. Pragya Suman is a doctor by profession, from India. Writing is her passion. Her poems and articles have been published in multiple magazines and anthologies. She is Gideon poetry award winner of summer 2020.