My poetry is my religion.
The pond of breezy footsteps,
The eye of solitude kiss knitted from the colours of pinkish sun,
The ripples of love making in the caress of my hair,
The dusk jotting down the sidewalk with your colourful shadow
Like the blue vintage chair adorned, safe.
You kissed the demons from the whites of my eye,
Like stars blasting colours in the horror sunken sky,
Red, orange , and my heartbeat
Struggling through the narrows of connive heart, the chains of numb finger, into the periphery of you and me.
Look deep, shades of blue and black
the eyes of satan, the eyes of cupid
the chains of sorrow, the crack of a backbone,
the loss of blood, look harder
into the bowl of rippling water
the gargantuan stay of evil
flickering in my veins
flickering in your veins
rub roses now, dip into holy waters
dip into your reflection
correct the haywire roads
spray the scent on your collarbone
wear the white pearls around your neck
now you shall see
the more of you.
trivial issues get reverence,
vital people ignored
the state of mind has lost its intoxication,
oh! I miss being the wild one around.
I hear screech in my abdominal muscle
Lurking deep in my vanity of thoughts
My pillow talks the tales of absorbed tears
The white cover unravelling the bites, the thorns of forlorn chants
The crooked walls of my space shall direct the cave in my eyes
Deep, dark, lost all at once
My tongue feels the pinch as wound inflicted on a tree
I know the cuts, mincing of cherry tomato
Plucking of leaves, trimming the bush
Removing filth, shaking dust
Piling the dead flowers
Even if they wish to dip into the brutality of a numb cracked flooring of a dead house.
And I lie there, tongue-tied,
Stroking arrows of horror, the array of thunderbolts uptight on my white thighs
Watching it turn blue, darker blue and absurdly
All black.
Ventilation bursts my shout outside the hole
the frontal lobe of pain puts the pain on
the clamour my dark pink lipstick
the soil declining to wake me up
Tug of war.
A lie in my pharynx.
the knuckles of my hand
like the cover of a coconut from my backyard
Hard yet soft
Veracity lies in the mouth of wise old man
I hear, the squawk, tearing off the beetle leaf
in the innermost layer of my earlobe
the faint smell of roses striking off
the underlying scintillating pieces of star
Explosions I hear,
Darkening the repetitions, sketching my faded outline
with the black soil, no fertility I apprehend.
Scratch my wounds
In avarice for further scratch
Burst the love seeds, only to discover
Another white layer of ghosts
The area of demure light-house
swallowing the intransigent reflection
on the seashore, killing molluscs
Spraying dark colour on golden fish
Peeling the outer space
Like a cold Potato.
Burn my ashes in my mouth
Discovered the inside ghost?
So carry that pointy dagger on my inept
Backbone, spill the blood
Spill on the modish pink cheeks
Turn me inside out
Do you now see? The inside ghost.
So something happened, let’s not say what exactly happened and out of a sudden impulse I deleted my previous WP account which was MY VALIANT SOUL COM.I’ve lost more than my precious 1.6 k followers and their lovely feedback in the same process.
It would mean a lot if you guys support me once again!
Thank you.
My valiant soul.
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