The envelope's blue fold

like a catharsis of us

entrapped like a canopy,

or a memory.

The rusty smell of Vodka

The lying knocks,

Hush, this moment

a fragment of the moon.

I sink into your lips

and memorize your words—

Propitiating, proliferating

your eyes resemble best with 

my heart. Maundering tiny tales.

Beneath the shell-Visual Verse Link to my latest work.

I must say that this time the picture demanded something more raw and constructive. It took me some time to write this one but glad I am to see my verse in Visual Verse and also the other amazing writings. Do check it out.


Natalia Vodianova by Peter Lindbergh

Something is missing in the pit of my stomach. I feel the charcoal staircase rupturing, then filling in the cracks of the blank moon. Devastation. Delusion. I see my blue arms extended to the poles of molestation, a sudden resolution of black and white vintage movies. My kitchen sink evaporates somewhere. Devastation.

The monotony of this body screams till my black walls fall, a sunken truth in this concoction of empty bowls and folded curtain stretches. Elasticity. The hands are empty, crooked, decayed.

Oh yes, there is an eclipse appearing on my black braids, swinging swiftly like my lips did once to lick that butter kiss. Appearances and traits are cellophane clinging to my white forehead. The lights appear bound, seized. Stagnate.

I pray and pray to wither the molten frames and fragments. Catharsis. Purification.

The cheek tint once filled the blue sky, the blue water, with sheets of pure cotton. Fidelity loops sinking onto the carvings of my feet. Parachuting in the snow. That was then.

For now, I see the mockery of time sitting onto my sharp laps, like a reservoir or a womb, gazing as I decay and fall and shatter and shatter into ashes.




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These lips entice your arms like an inebriated night

Meteors shaking, beneath the liquid earth

Inch by inch I am a white cloth,

coveting, hiding under the layers of painted gush

An arrow of light-bulbs, crisp and soft

With a piquant throbbing bowl of  salt,

the algae smooth and honey dripping,

chuckles held in the moisture of these fists

and my breasts lost, sounding like pepper.

You whisper my name again in the numb air

And I cast a spell on your desiccated tongue.

P.S To my love




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I am a shallow bone of desires
burning in my own rivalry among galaxies.
Vinegar-faced my legs drool on my mouth,
Everything is opposite here.
When the earth rains and the sky listens,
the precise water-droplets of mercury,
churns my anxiety.
Where my war is my peace.
the hallucinations are my paradise,
poking my raisin breasts,
Osmosis of mind, osmosis of soul.
For everything is sustenance.

©My Valiant Soul

Moonlit Romance

Imagine walking on your balcony to a moon this close...
image credits- Pinterest

“Under your skin, the moon is alive”- Pablo Neruda

My body has gone counting
The twists and folds of your skin.
My hands have carved a tattoo
plunged into your chest,
where a basket of sunrises glitter
like the moon’s hideous smile.
I have heard the murmurs of your heart
where white earth blooms.
Like sagacious door-knob,
And the small key-hole,
where I flow like mesmerizing dust,
Aurora hair sparkles,
golden Orion of moon slice resists in you.
Crackles, splinters, chills, winters
found in your wet earlobe,
as I walk upon the moist earth,
my sagging dreams
only to meet your infinite luscious skins of skin.

©My Valiant Soul

All Blank

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Tropical horizons of numb walls,
Wherein lies my dead mind, impotent veins.
Inside of my skins bursts, spelling the blank point
where there is no moss, where there is no sapphire
Sustenance to soliloquy dreams dipped in blank paints
Who am I?
A corpse of redundant hopes, a pool of mosquitoes, tortoise eye.
Stammering lips gather a thorn, to poke my swollen window,
who shall remember? Who shall smother?
It’s all blank.

©My Valiant Soul

Mode of expressions

On Whisper and the Roar.

Whisper and the Roar

How do I express my anxiety?

Let me dip my nails and bite my skin,

with the horrors of iterative chills

like a wood spanking my cheekbones

Colour changing, chameleon tongue.

I am pulverized in this shade of trance,

with my thoughts eating my red eyelids.

Pich and pluck or pluck and pinch

Spit and run or run and spit

The ebb of heart rises like high tides in sigh.

I sit in this corner, burning now

along with the burning ink.

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As I need You

Your collarbone clicks stars

poultice on my lips,

Beneath your tongue, I sit and sing

with wavelengths sticking my iris,

my newly born legs, bosom divine

weeds grow in this prismatic air,

 between my fingers and your coiled words.

Temperatures romance and seductions occur.

In the warmth and futility,

hallucinations weave your face on my pillow

I lick it and suck it. 

Colours vibrant and molten

I lick it and suck it, 

your face is my religion.



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Aberrant words on typewriter,
Untamed lyrics floating on my coaxed eyes
Longitudinal waves coincide here, an apparatus of dust
Shaken dreams, like a mirage of ghost
Bisect and dilute your reality into my wine.
Speak rhythm.
spill your black cuts onto my yearning lips
Screech the thunders underneath,
shout and scream, kiss the scream

Words often pinch naked souls.
salt and pepper, tobacco and vapour
Twinings of butter pokes the stratospheric coherence,
Something appears blue, something still a clue.
Beneath the sound of every clap exists a hand
few are coloured while the others are lost,
Turquoise water, hazel Earth
preach me the alien tales of your body,
make me rain
make me rhyme
make me discovered.

©My Valiant Soul