September 1, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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Aakriti Kuntal



2 full-cups of compassion



Shells form

thin vapor lines hurting the air


there is too much moisture

an indignant condensation of all life


Men, women, and children Run

their tongues wide, oven red,

lifted, strangulated,

a union of cries

sweltering under a weighted sun


I am here

threads of cold lanterns swirling around the index

words useless as dangling spoons

cotton rings in my mouth

whale blue teeth, language rinsing


I am here

my palms growing warmer, 2 full cups of compassion


Somewhere a land

detaches from the naval and murder

occurs in the throat, like a shared heritage of loss inhabits the blood


Limbs bring only more limbs

climb together to form a reddened swan on the highest mountain

and bow to all lands, far and far


bombs flying

pretty planes

little boys in motion blowing up like vowels under tongues


Blowing, blowing,

gas burner tickling my chin


I, calculating

the numbness of loss between nourished fingers


I, folding poems

inside my colored thigh,

their luster ambushed my receding sunlight


I, sitting in a circle of skin,

round and supple

Emptying my 2 full cups of compassion





Syria’s Mouth



Syria’s mouth is like

that of a woman, a channel of diagonals,

wavering cheeks, one portion is a tent, pitched

to the most sacred sky of red


Everyone likes to invade.

A haven? Strangely she will die a virgin of sorts

never knowing love that is


Everyone likes to watch, spectate,

observe and pity.  A muse?

It’s a TV channel, running,

foaming, gluey tar,

electric lines of RGB

Nothing streams


A mouth that swallows hands

flesh over flesh, leaping, color burning color,

transfusion, drums, ships, rubble,

pitter-patter, whoosh, tick



It’s a cacophony.


Syria’s mouth is very much of a woman

Her scaled breaths scorch the phallus sky,

sagging leftover skin wandering in heaps

Then someone says  

‘Perhaps she invited it






Aakriti Kuntal

Aakriti Kuntal resides in Bengaluru, India. A Network Engineer, she writes to better understand the world around her. Her work has been published in 1947 Literary journal, Duane’s PoeTree Blog, Indian Periodical and Visual Verse among others.

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