Untraceable

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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.



 

The smoke of love

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.

Blue Light

 

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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.



 

Sacred Earth

 Like a distinctive shine, my heart palpitates for your convex smile,
the dewy lips romancing with a shooting star,
the prodigious forest inside my body receives a gust of fragrance,
your beatific touch that glitters my waistline, oh, my man!
Between lips and parched lips, resides a mystical cacophony
yarning a crown of butterflies to decorate my atlas of body
to receive the markings that spread through my milky breast
where the darkness vanishes in the monotony of time,
I smell my bed sheet, the spots you rocked me,
clinging on the jasmine night,
that gave an ephemeral shake, a tremor to our naked souls.
A thunder I produced, inside my poppy finger-nails
where I captured your aroma,
as a pearl of delight: my necklace
I want your immortal touch inside the folds of my skin,
sucking my tongue
residing in the interiors of my temple shaped body,
I have known moist cities and pale humans
putting a slumber to my desire,
And snickering to my crooked jawline
where the goddess even hides in cold evenings.
I have seen sanity, insanity.
I have been tattooed with thorns of roses
wrapped around my neck, suffocating, killing, devastating.
And here I survive in your crisp prism blurry image
turning around the previous thorns as a cultivated seed.



 

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,
A point of lust, a point of a dainty smell of you.
I walk through the ruptures of placid 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 place like this

The epitome of peach shaped markings,
Defining the extended fields of valour and hope,
Drooling in my walnut bones,
Mingling in my solitare ebb,
Lies inside a place where my mother
Wakes me up from a cascading nightmare.
To the jubilant staircase of rainbow meadows,
To catch a intrepid molecule of a butterfly
Then to drink a cup of valour,
As I see a place like this
Rupturing, beaming.
Flickering amidst the stars in the sky.

Promises

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I remember that warm greet you gave me

in the cold chilly winters,

that hug you gave defined your inexplicable puerile love,

You promised to be the summer flower in my numb chilled thought,

You intrigued the new definition of allegiance

promised to be a gazing blur on the window of my heart

Entranced by your words of humility, I stepped onto the bridge of fidelity

a bridge of flowers leading to a bubbling valentine house,

promises is what I have in the hollow of my palm

I choose to hold it ,embrace it

whirl and churn your breaths into my pale blood

So that you may know one day, what all I craved for.