I am completely okay with your absence
You may think it’s all my ignorance
It’s not my ignorance. not at all
I am trying to live up to my expectations
And I inferred the limitation of existence.
Here I am trying to articulate my feeling through
These beautiful phrases.
Because I only know collaborating words and transformed my emotions into.
And I can let of pain through flowing words at least for a few minutes.
The heart would never be healed
But now, the pain is very normal to me
the devastation has happened already
Now there nothing left.
Now I am a dilapidated fort of Scotland
It’s was adorned with painful creepers,
climbed bright mauvy memories,
mellowed sea breeze brimming over on it with more clarity
drizzle tranquillizing the emotions
Grassy clemencies pervaded
Peaceful seashore relaxing me
These shades belong to me
Because your split love
It’s all just Because of you
Now I ornated with distressed vintage shades
With so many untold shades
Written By: Alaya
Bio: I am a writer and recently I have launched my first ( The tattoo on my breast). And I have got good reviews from a reader.
Shades of Love
Reviewed in India on 6 January 2021
THE TATTOO ON MY BREAST
My Rating: 4.5 out of 5
The Tattoo on my Breast Poems is an elegant, unsettling poetry collection that’s concerned with the significance of everyday words, meanings, forms and emotions.
Waking and dreaming lives collide in Alaya’s poetry collection The Tattoo on my Breast Poems, which includes images from nature, domestic scenes, and faraway places that repeat shapes, colors, and objects.
The elegiac free verses of the collection unspool in long, unrhymed, and unmetered pieces that lean on their symbolism, metaphors, and juxtapositions. Images and experiences recur, like the red roses blooming in one piece that evoke the outline of an atomic cloud in another.
The poems are linked thematically, resulting in layered images whose meanings change each time they are repeated.
A nightmare in “a virtue of selfishness” is transfigured into an unsettling dream in the adjoining “the longest night,” while, in the third section, “Trust the magic of new beginning,” poems set around a lake evoke the bright colors and textures of the landscape.
Many of the entries dip into wordplay to tell loose narratives about experiences in the distant or recent past; some deal in anxieties about the future. Portmanteaus, including “A raindrop,” “silly thought,” and “a small wish,” punctuate the collection, their images unusual. Some titles and lines borrow from popular idioms, including “I love you” and “blooming under the earth.”
The poems are uniformly composed of short, enjambed lines; some use stanzas, but none are rhymed. The overall monotony of this form dulls their novelty after the first section, with the enjambment wandering in and out of linear narratives.
The book’s five sections are neat and ordered with intention, resulting in a compelling thematic web of shifting.