RUTH.A.KUMAR

In the flow of cycles one must stand on cracked soil weep with the land scream loud enough so mountains recognise such a soul deep cry...

Flowers and ghee milk pure as worship tones of a bell detached and free womb the creator self bound and fire like as crimson birds in...

Consider it an update to the bios there are lessons to be learned it matters not who delivers them we are not lost to the land rather we...

Hovering accurately articulate winged gods screeching killing spree tension gliding with conviction loudly they claim the skies intense...

The 80's singing into a hairbrush cutting knee length hair wearing bat-winged jumpers jellybean shoes of pink and blue yellow shirts and...

Words they weave souls together I have always said if a poem reaches or moves one person my task as a writer is complete it is the...

How fragile this endless loop try as one might so the cliché goes to drift away from the surreal jolt of depressive notions swirled numb...

Merged with oak's shadow curled petals thirst on cracked soil slow death of roses colourful symbols each a jewelled tragedy welcome bed...

She works to support a family of five husband rarely visits his daughters or wife through home-made slat windows she watches children...

Blackout I can't see who hunts me invasion a city lost feet on paper dare not move them or to the underworld I go on furniture plush deep...

Salt over the left shoulder, she would smile and say each time we had food. As if the devil dreads salt I'd silently think as she pinched...

You can die several times a day eventually acceptance begins mourning should be deep in that abyss death no longer terrifies instead...

When you face the mirror and can own every flaw, every question, any answer. When you can lure out anger, sadness, pain. When you can...

Sex beats over breakfast set table techno triggered grief painful to digest deep desire to invoke a storm as death toll flickers on...

Absorbing Bukowski is akin to not gutting a fish before you eat it you never know what taste will linger from his imagery no questions...

At the kissing gate they entwined identities veiled as was their love so the tale spins her heart broken baby unwoken 1800's scandal...

Humans play God divinity remains silent apples pre-dinner snack of gold death she paused with a smile darkness won't reign over her faith...

In darkness without the the so it encapsulates whole there waits patiently souls who avoid sunbeams I listen to them as much as those...

You will always be a branch on the tree of life a seer who sees as deeply as a hawk never detached from ocean's womb for you walked...

Streets are empty tea warm in eerie stillness the birds don't miss our presence A river's echo mid-choke is a reminder of what we have...