by NAYANIKA DEY
It is as ardent as a ruby
And nonpareil as a gold,
Decked with keloids like pearls
It is a pure treasure trove,
Of bloodstained esteem to behold.
It is as byzantine as an art,
Spilling notions of forgotten seasons,
Frescoing the final caged tumultuous echoes,
That had once ripped and rushed
From this heart within.
What is it?
It is nothing but the pains and pleasures
Of that blood clotted scar
On the pinkened flesh of mine
Tasting peace and making me remind
Of those historic embalmment
Of my conquests and of vanquished released.
I am just drifted through
And addicted by the beauty
In my broken places
Across, beyond and beneath.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Nayanika Dey is an Indian poetess, born on October 29, 1993 in Durgapur, West Bengal, India. She is a Naji Naaman Literary Laureate 2017, with the honorary title of member of Maison Naaman pour la Culture and also "Wordsmith Writer". Her poems are published in a number of national and international journals and anthologies. Some of them are, The Criterion: An International Journal In English, Galaxy: Multidisciplinary Research Journal, in an American journal, Feathers, Oh My Sweetest Love- A Timeless Treasure, Let The Pen Speak For PEACE: A Poetry for Peace, IMMAGINE & POESIA” 2017, Italy, The Peace Anthology – People against Genocide: Stop Chemical War in Syria, Pilgrims Of Peace, Our Poetry Archive, Symphony of Peace, Rock Pebbles.
Last updated January 25, 2017