Circulation of stars was more familiar during those sincere days when our bodies felt the lust, the smitten rose kiss, the dandelion slaps on our naked, yellow tongues. Telephones were intriguing, for addiction kills. Fingernails did not chap, broken things did mend. Inside the tubes of bars, ladies enjoyed with a brew of solace and poised wise. My teeth crack to see the irony today, humanity dies, numbing the skies. Sometimes when I walk on moist roads, The oak and the cactus pigments my impeccable skin, slapping mud onto my thighs, making me realise a sigh! For life's revenge is time, And nothing binds the state of time. My latest work published on Duane's Poetree. -My Valiant Soul
Kate’s lip was cracked. She ran with all her struggle.
A few petals of autumn leaves fell on her naked back,
torn clothes revealed her scars now,
The heinous brutality was a dark cage
People said it will be alright. So she fought.
She fell in the web of masked society. Hard to inhale
hard to smile, locking horns with the concealed brown pit
Splash of waters did not soothe her skin, now her sagging vapid skin
So she fought again.
She knitted courage from her belly button expanding to her gazing eyes,
The once charmed, innocuous smile
full of dynamite forever.
People still say Kate will be alright.
I am a protrusion of rose,
hiding the black spot of the moon in my valour
that rises white dandelions on your skin.
My finger bones creak my virtues,
giving a red shade to the once grey shadow
for I am a Woman, invincible like mammoth stars,
I seek, I wander through the rim of sidewalks
conjuring in roles only unspeakable of.
I walk, I swim, I conquer, I am a swollen mass of expectations
I carve sunflowers, lavender on my forehead,
a thorn indeed wrapped in the interiors of my lips,
my sun-baked lips,
still the succulent lips
oh! My lips.
And then my heart speaks a language of ripe fruits,
yellow pages, white pages all inside
burning a canopy of emotions
Decaying, nurturing, flourishing.
for I am a woman, invincible like mammoth stars.