Deeya celebrates love, life, death and salvation, in this evocative poem, exclusively for Different Truths.

The sea is wrapped in the pearl of your skin

Skin that breeds wanderlust
The abode of snow, freezing into its periphery

The mistrust that lies like a flea
has become a fire between you and me
forever the Isle of Death
that dances on the waves mingling in the shore

The darkness carried by the fireflies
to the navel of fire
and golden breasts

The drumbeats rise from the coconut trees
swinging in the mad rhythm of love
the crescent moon on the sapphire dreams arise

The silvery sands among the monstrous decapods
in its turn to cope up with the surrounding tides
in and out
the Portunus pelagicus
eating a marine dream

Finally, the ball of fire
touch the crust of the coral waters
In the early dawn, spreading its aura
into the farthest waters, the aching waters
where, a white man astride the Makara
blesses the earth

Venus Grace’s the morning sky
the earth’s sister, spells love, like
the Phalgu, in our dreams where
the devotees with shaven heads
full of grace, full of sands in their fists
seek salvation for the dead.

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