The clean raindrops fell
from the ecstatic sky on
her artistic curves of clavicle
making it the purest sea
I would want to engulf me.
(I had written nano poetries on Clavicles earlier as well. If you like, you may read them here.)
– Kritika Vashist
“Let my words rain on your clavicles
I’ll taste the purest from there
leaving peerless imprints of my ink
like a rainbow in the sky.”
“I don’t quite remember
any poetry that I wrote
except the one
I had written on her clavicles. ”
“I wasn’t an accomplished painter
until my hands had discovered
and my colors had painted
on quintessential curves of her clavicles.”
“Sunlight falling on her clavicles
the mountain like curves
the warmth of her skin
the color of her skin unifying with the sunshine
I swear, I would not have regret
drowning myself in her
heavenly glorious volcano.”
“Tell me something you had always wished?”
She asked while the lights shimmered like a shy.
“If I could be that mole on your clavicles
I’d have stayed with you, gone with you.”
– Kritika Vashist
From the Soul to the nib of the Pen 