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Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection by Devika Todi
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“Last I remember a beat in my body
My heart felt warm
Lazy, and yellow
Maybe that was love.”
Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection
“I think about how time changes everything
It brings out the villian in all of us.
But things happen for the best, in the end.”
Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection
“My papa tells me and my sister,
Out of all the days in life- we enjoy only a few.
The rest?
They go in sorting out life.”
Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection
“My life bring me to this world.
My life brings this world to me.”
Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection
“A sip of cold syrup from
Ice cream between my lips
My tongue is the colour of
Pinks and artificial purples”
Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection
“Newspapers are printing blank.
White ink on white paper.
Gospel truths of humanity spilled.
But no one can read. No one cares to read.
We switch to blue screens for meaning.”
Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection
“I have always loved the thought
Of my art blooming like petals
In someone’s mind,
Till they too
Are plucked and wither
With time.”
Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection
“We never tire to move on
Even if the world falls. The sky is falling right in front of my window.
Everything begins and ends right here.
A point.”
Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection
“The sky is swelling with clouds
And colours. It is a white day today.”
Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection
“Sometimes I think,
Love comes in small pockets”
Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection
“Grief is a small cup of tea in the evening
I come back to it everyday.”
Devika Todi, Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection