This-Poem-is-molten

Aakriti Kuntal is a genius

Writings of Aakriti Kuntal

 I see a picture Pink Kolhapuri sandals        curving bodies with metallic pinkstones   Dome    tinted umbrella       pink lampshade
My head rotates  eyes devolve  sugarcane juice, its syrupy goodness 
in my airy cell bags       as we chase the thela
        Parrot green gowns hang     aboveA curry in a bluish sun bowl      Tall brine structures with marked
       bodies and strengthened curves       I climb one           opera star, singing to the fluttering flesh of afternoon air
The grass below is a warmly lit cavern      Soaps of yellowish greenTulips staring at my face 
           Their finicky bodies gracefully partingagainst adrift pollen websEverything     swimming    Black fishes  pointed nosesHoses flooding      Trapeze of pink blur     Afternoon redcandy floss     Stretched and departing Tension in my…

View original post 139 more words

Advertisements

One thought on “This-Poem-is-molten

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s