Blue Child

Written by Revika Sangamita
Art by K. Mitch Hodge

Blue child has hope hover over his brows
and only his eyes caterwaul so much
that I can hear the cries of his so-called crimes from afar.
Under the silhouette’s solemn sheer screen
dreams are made up of sand dust in his world
and there is no rat race or cruel saplings
sprouting in this dreadful drought of life.
A rope of hope has eloped from the house
and the Blue boy’s vision made it happen,
he is notorious in his world & just like a tear
he slips away easily on any skin, a pearl lover
he is, slips away beneath his own sky and
lives in a bunker with those rapid eyes.

For You

Written by Revika Sangamita
Art by Denny Bitte

Let’s peek through the unknown into the known
And sing the blues of yellow dreams scrounging
That wired soul for the good deed you always did
Like a saint in their enlightening stage, blooming, leaving, sewing the patches of happiness and brewing the truth of sadness
You lie awake in the starry night so much
That stars whispers their secrets to you
And you heal from the forgotten scars and dive deep
Into their words, into the endless breath of being, into the madness of dreamy beams.
Follow up your heart and reach for the gauntness
Of the shattered days and broken time,
Don’t worry dear, pebbles won’t change
their paths or leave your journey
You’ll make your own bricks
You’ll carve your own world
And most of all, you’ll live not only survive.

A Glass Eye in Society

Written by Revika Sangamita
Art by Irving Penn

A vitric eye in this social setting
Will always result with cracks of hurt—
Bleeding through glass chains
Breathing through a vicious unempathetic fort.

This glossy eye shines a lot each day
But has no tears or veins
Triggers the wrath of dying flames
And burns those who touch the frivolous fame.

A wreath of daisies sits on the muddy island
Where the awry eye belonged to once
Now royals in armure covered the shrine
And birthed the broken and crystal kind.

This glass eye screams every waning night
Oh with withered poverty and leprosy’s crime,
It blesses the souls of all material goodies
Of the world that asks diamonds from the poor.

The Other Side

Written by Revika Sangamita
Art by Leire Unzueta

Perhaps I would’ve died sooner than the unfaithful plan of fate,
I’d give in to the blood of love and finally taste
the serenity in fears, crippling tears under my name.
A cry breaks a tear open and dreams brew in the sulking sky.
Now I dive deep in haste, with buffering dread trying to hide
nightmares of their own, I hear the white lies
turning in gray, freely breathing away.
This isn’t the place it used to be, things have changed.
“Wonders in ruins” is the new game.
And today, I am on the other side without a shame.
Oh today, I say I have lived with all my sake!