Transparent Memory

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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.



 

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Wild Star

 

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That night was like firecracker. Galaxy overloaded with the stardust. The hums of two souls on this bed sheet could be heard above in the oblivion red sky. The music that our touch produced, the chains formed of lust, the golden promises, the congruence of love. That impeccable mystery rocked the spaces above, it rained heavenly like our jocund voices were heard. The smell of your skin mingled with the Celebration flew across, through the fields brushing those mustard crops and to the valley declaring thunderstorms. The collision was into our breaths, into our sighs.

I saw you bitting my tongue. My pink tongue.

My moans took the form of transparent dewdrops, it was a paroxysm of fire and ice, gliding through your sturdy caricature, flowing diligently into your mind. Creating motif. Chemical formula finally lingering your colossal enigma. The intrusive knots of passion.

It was the thumping of our heartbeats, the intoxication of love, the caress of your touch, making me that fragile flower blooming in despair. A lotus. A shadow of your soul dancing on Earth.


P.S -My poem Soul on Soul published on Spill words. You may check my work here.

©My Valiant Soul


 

This- Body- is -Truth

 

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A basket of floral patterns started right here, from my proclaimed beauty.
I was beautiful, like a cast of Aurora on the Himalayas.
First, I learned and swallowed truth with honey, so was the birth of my eyes.
this deep, hazelnut mosaic eyes
My body contacted with the blatant Moon, who marked my naked body
with thorns, countless emotions of twists and turns
And I was carved with my first outcry, I walked the truth and devoured it
In a pool of bells and music, Bloodstains I see
piled up as dead leaves, choking my pharynx
loading my teeth,
so I spill….I spill the truth, the unsparing bowl of parasites
an invisible ladder of truth
and so the truth was born, inside my flesh
I inhaled the truth…decorated its scratch on my lips
for this body is a truth.
Screams, numbness, volatile bubble of love.

©My valiant Soul


 

If I were a shadow.

Through the slices of segmented desire
Where the circumference of my peevish skin expands,
I inhale into the tiny molecules that flourish these numb walls,
Mending a crack,
With a mist of romance,
Point of lust, point of dainty smell of you.
I walk through the ruptures of placcid walls enunciating your presence,
And I peel the rim of this cucumber time zone
Where my legs fall in the abyss of surreal moments of you,
Like clicking of needles, rainwater puddle upon my iris,
Now beaming
As if I were a shadow of your dream.
A dream worth swallowing the darkness,
Just to produce the moon’s composure, a debonair companion.

A Hoax

Incandescent vapours of sunshine,
Forms on Orphic pattern of hope, miseries.
I walk like a daydream, butter on paper.
Found to the known, lost to the soil..who am I?
Imbricated like orange peels,
Stuck like a star-dust to my mundane house ceilings.
Where, roses and feathers caress my faith,
Only to know, this table and burning body is all just a hoax.

-My Valiant Soul

Chants of you

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The promise of high tide, the valour of blooming minds
in the blanket of stardust kiss
in the essence of my apron,
I carry thy words in my uptight hair bun
breezing the hopes, the yearning tongue in the air
Like I see a reflection in the consonance of my eyes
The paintings carved in my belly-button
like a deep slumber of a half-slept moon
establishing the prodigious words of skin,
the language of my pink tongue.
I see you as my dream-catcher sprinkling feathers on my soft breasts.
on repetition, you collide with my heart
An Orphic diamond kiss on my eyes.
The daydream is ephemeral for you shall rock
me in the cradle of lavender fields.
As my hair strands say phosphenes chants of you.



 

Some things to say!

Hola dear readers!

How is your life? Mine is full on sucking with no grace whatsoever.Like literally sucking! I just wanted to take a moment and be gracious to all those who nominated me for many awards, as much as I am honoured I wanted to say that mine is an award free blog so please respect that as I respect your time to read my poetries.

Secondly, why I still get comments like” nice” or just “please visit my blog” like are you kidding me? Do I know you? No! Do I know from where have you landed? So why not begin with a decent “hi?” Please don’t leave me such creepy comments or I will make sure not to follow such peeps.

And yeah I will follow only those blogs whom I am interested in.:)

Published in Virtual Verse

This is such a thrilling feeling as my poem “Discover” has been published in such a versatile magazine Virtual Verse. You may find my work on page 96 among the various beautiful pieces. I am so honoured to find my place there! The collection is stupendously brilliant.

Here is the link.

http://visualverse.org/submissions/discover/

 

Burning Mystery

Each summer among the starry-nights,
I see poppy feathers dropping
On my startling skin, music, reverie
Under my chalky lips.
The pattern of floral constellations hang from my fragile skin, diamonds, autumn leaves
All wrapped like a melody string.
The moon flickers on my naked waist,
Churning its secret on my cheekbones
And something trembles inside for I learn today, I am a burning orphic mystery
Lost, found all at once.

The ball of shadow

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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.