By Devika Mathur

The shades of skin- glowing like April mornings
a soft warm tone of Gulmohar tree upon my eyelids-
a doorway to oceans, two pebble eyes
Open in the open sky
This tree a meteor of clouds to my mind
to remind me of Earth, soil and home.

Rains: a thunder of God’s voice

Gulmohar tree- pockets of cellophane wrapped on its bark
to bloom something more
tender, quiet roar of women.

I see leaves, rustling
with leeks and violet rays uttering a dialogue of beauty
of dark violet raisin pressed between my palms,
This tree has me. These raindrops seeps into my fist and eyes
as a whole another Goddess.
as a whole another memory.

Gulmohar- your orange red hair blooming backwards
As if life slips from you easily,
So softly as a lover’s touch.

You have a staircase full of outgrown desires
You leave it and let it slip
through tunnels of gargantuan clot.
Gulmohar-
You speak and yet you look quiet.
Sharp, eccentric noise of fallen leaves.

Gulmohar- Hindi name for ‘ Delonix regia’ tree.

Devika Mathur resides in India and is a published poet, content writer, Editor for AllEars mag. Her works have been published or are upcoming in The Alipore Post, Madras Courier, Modern Literature, Two Drops Of Ink, Dying Dahlia Review, Pif Magazine, Spillwords, Duane’s Poetree, Piker Press, Mojave heart review, Whisper and the Roar amongst various others. Her works have been included in the US-based Indie Blu(e) Publications- The Kali Project, As the World Burns to name a few. She writes at https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/. She recently published her surreal poetry book Crimson Skins available now worldwide.  insta- @my.valiant.soul.