It’s all slipping out
Now, all of a sudden
Rolling off my lips
Syllable by syllable
This new expressive form
Of love, of coming through fear,
Of abandon and yearning
Sounds coming to life
Now, all of a sudden
Rolling off my lips
Syllable by syllable
A striking, piercing gaze
Unshaken by doubt
From boredom to creativity
Words become pictures
Now, all of a sudden
Rolling off my lips
Syllable by syllable
Published by natasha devalia
Author Poetry and Art books: ‘Tears and Grape Seeds’ 2025, ‘one touch of the rope’, 2024 and ‘Unseen Veins’, 2023
Zambian of South Asian descent, living in Thailand.
I write poetry, perform, and I’m currently an MFA (painting) student. The themes of my art whether expressed through movement, poetry, painting or as interdisciplinary forms include identity, belonging, mental health and family life.
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Natasha Devalia 