In the vermilion threads of sunset rays,
aberrant fireflies sparkled the molecules of tiniest grass,
the loops of a feather, imbrication of skin and lip
Aromas meeting raindrops,
the scent coinciding, intruding into the chaos of your numb eye
where the mind shackles see Apricity,
Eyes know the true palpitations,
Obscure stream of water
my lips that hold the shred of you
dilutes into molecules of your transparent memory,
for you are my abstruse, a diamond spark lost imagery.
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.
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.
the ink drop bleeds from my wound of the past
how beautifully, it drops throwing my mask in the sheet
like the vapours colliding the sky
the exuberant eye-catching landscape
drip , drip it falls on the paper, from my breath to my leg
from my mind to the tree that made this paper
I give my fragrance, wrapped in a fur to my words.
I give breath to my scratched skin
like colours of star-dust, with pastels shade, devouring my deleterious thoughts or the beatific sparkle in petals of morning sunflower you paint me with the bottle of red wine the colours splashing on my skin on my waist till the moonlit drops on my lips, drinking the mystical sweet nectar cracking my nights to make a vivid lacuna A lacuna of fondness, the smell of sheets penetrate into my bones lifting the veil of frozen thoughts, like painting colour on a white jackfruit then bursting the same burst your touch on my forehead, burst your flow on my cheekbones a crackling sound, a music of the symphony Lion devours the she-wolf A fight indeed, or the wild ocean of invincible smell the smell of us breathing, Melody Jingles of star in the galaxy stroking us with quixotic flavours of cupid Puerile streams of river now flowing on my sweet breast on my lips, on my refreshed eye creating a new landscape, a landscape of roses romancing the wine.
