Auburn circles of faith, drooling hope in my throat
choking my senses to deliver the web of matched periphery of dawn to dusk.
I am hanging from the top of colossal tree, where children and lovers come
to bask in the mirth of my golden shade,
My sapphire corset lying in the turbid laps of nature
under the paintings of blues and purple
above the yellow, purple neighbours
in the memory of Olympic soil
I cherish the glamour, the petrichor
the crisscross on my head,
the elysian corners of hugging my pits
I am soaked in the essence that fascinates this moment,
As I am An Auburn circle of desire,
A daydream sweet pie, A hot ball of shines and flicker.
A solitude in everything.
The epitome of peach shaped markings,
Defining the extended fields of valour and hope,
Drooling in my walnut bones,
Mingling in my solitary ebb,
Lies inside a place where my mother
Wakes me up from a cascading nightmare.
To the jubilant staircase of rainbow meadows,
To catch an intrepid molecule of a butterfly
Then to drink a cup of valour,
As I see a place like this
Flickering amidst the stars in the sky.
via Daily Prompt: Symphony
I match the hollows of my empty watered eyes
with the upcoming
The dandelion dreams
shall not die
have coruscating thorns
in the symphony of a sweet puddle
to become the powerful lantern
of all times.
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
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.