The tropical mind you loved,
the charm of my heart you carried
shall be in the oblivion sky someday,
lost like scattered clouds,
The naivety of my soul,
the pureness of my childlike laughter
shall be hidden in the dark musty rocks,
so deep and exceptional;
that it will become untraceable
to find the original carvings
of my caricature.
I am no summer breeze. Neither I am a warm blanket to provide that yearning, surreal warmth.
My own soul is shivering, heart sees cracks here and there, Irrevocable my tears are on this pillow.
Fierce, ghost-like shadows perching on my knee joints,
It hurts. It hurts my paradise dreams.
And you say I am ignorant about the moon and its dark howl.
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Creating maps, a shadow of present and future,
I am scarlet, red ball of hope,fire with golden skin drooling in my cerebrum.
I hold your forlorn secrets of love, euphoria
Thoughts of tranquility, bewilderement.
The tassels of my veins drop from the abyss to your cascading voice
Voice of unheard owl,
Voice of stale rum from your creaking cabinet
Hear, the roar, then circle around the chords of fire and I shall put my sonder finger,
The soft baby fur in your twinings of eye
I may melt away, like the hot wax after the flamboyance of my stainless charm you see
That flickers on the epidermis of a new born child extending from it’s arm
Hanging to the knee joint of it’s granny.
Her skin, my revealation, my reflection.
You tell your clandestine tales as shackles to me, yet mingling in the soft comfort of
My nemesis-the Moon.
Curl your spirit, trim the patchy mud
Produce bouquet of roses
A potion of clairvoyance.
A coffin to immortal souls.
Jump on my palpitating marks of grace,
Swallow my gifted praise
Swallow the mercury,
The titanium I wear
the caress of my toes tickling your cold winters shrug
Embracing the pits you produced
The heinous acts of disgust
The conundrum play.
My vigor holds marks of indelible faith,
An alacritous Sirimiri
To compose the monotonous dry days
My nectar, sweet honey-suckle home to wanderes, the bandits, the truth holders
Producing a teacup of auburn rays
An array of shimmery light
The colossal rhythm on fingers
A dandelion kiss.
-myvaliantsoul.
My rapacious soul is satisfied,
The ultimate feckless night is perspicacious now!
The outlandish thought once peevish, are palpable through a bright rainbow now,
My lassitude aura has vanished,
The intricate flustered breath is frisky now.
The embellished intentions once connive are beaming through my eyes now!
I am an ebullient puerile soul now,
Undisturbed by the worldly flaky eyes.
I have built my own roads..which leads to a genial place,
Unconcerned about the judgemental minds…
I am breathing once again now!
From my left toe, I bleed shouting the years of constant wound,
harsh numb, dead leaves hanging from my inner ear
The half lit candle smirks on my shrinking
Bedsheet, that lacks you.
With the sway of pendulum I count my hearbeat, hearing the drop of water from
My lips to your sturdy chest
Pour the breeze of mountain chills on my unkissed shoulder,
Then stroke the brush from the galaxy and paint my body with auburm kisses
Play clircles, squares creating a beguiling art on my naval
Where the earthquake is created rupturing new glossy shoots, wandering
For the further smoke of your tranquilizing face of love.
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Like autumn leaves my words are shredded
into the oblivious basket of doleful cracked souls.
I rise once again, hoping for a falling star and collecting its
reminiscence into my insipid hair,
only to emboss the flaws and flourish with my insecurities.
Rise and heal.
©my valiant soul
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Turquoise skin flowing beneath the
reflection of the concave mirror,
speaking the language of mammoth desires,
forming marks on the human soul.
The surreptitious lustre blithe the chilly touch
corroding the sides and there I stand
inhaling the crisp blue air,
decoding, unfolding life’s intense
burrows, choking into blue whispers,
I slap my tongue, tapping, brushing.
Pushing my parched mouth to vomit
black ashes and colliding into
this blue velvet dress,
that soaks the vapid apprehensions,
nurturing it to be a cherry-tree
masked as the new light, a feathers’ delight.
