long finger-nailscream handsand a smile that drives youto hell and beyond,there’s a boy out there whocalls me Madonnawe’re back in a time where oceanssmell of women with lassy legsand pink tongues,polka dot bikinisAnd orange skin,it’s contours and perfect lies;He saw me semi-covered inbaked sham.A martini with no iceand I taste his salt on mineIts glue and home hogged mother food,I smell bourgeois flavours,It’s a risk but I leave a numberand a stone heart to his surveillance.Tonightwhen he calls me “baby girl”I’ll fall off my bedbreak my lampand step on my shattered self,It’s a slow painfulself-discoveryprocess,Mother said women aremeant to be taken care of.How boy?He wears green with bluesbut his country eyes are a mix ofcharcoal and greyHis hair smells of naturebut my birds bleed crimsonIt’s the sky versus you,My dear boy;He calls me Madonnaof the blue sky.we me meet.And againuntilI stop reading poemsthey warn you against,Open graves, they beara resemblance you fear,thin lipscold handsunshaven intentionsclay eyes,there are dying birds in my skyOh! But boyhow should I;He calls meMadonna of the blue sky.
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About the writer
Kavya Sharma. Kavya Sharma is 23 years old and recently completed her masters in Creative Writing from the University of Nottingham (UK). She is a published poet of the poetry collection- “The Carmine Memories: An Insane Woman’s Poetry” (Partridge India, 2015). Recently she was awarded The Honourable Mention by Delhi Poetry Slam for excellence in poetry in their Free Verse Poetry Contest. In 2017 she gave an interview with BBC Nottingham Radio on Project Ballads which she was working on as a part of her placement in The National Justice Museum, Nottingham. Her short stories/poems/articles have been published on various digital/print platforms including Thought Catalog, Terribly Tiny Tales, Out of Print Magazine, Indus Woman Writing, Spark Magazine, Youth Ki Awaaz, etc. She currently works as a commissioning editor with Half Baked Beans Publishing House.
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