During nights, my body becomes a range of chemicals. The nocturnal nails dip in the swamp of black thoughts. My windowsill evaporates, fumes of my detailed miseries. It’s not saddening what my mind does to my hand and arms. My hair bun, all soaked in summer sweat, dripping anxiety like forlorn tales of missing cities and people. Cleaved heart with tossed skin, my yellow skin delivers light during the phosphene of night.Tangling and swinging, the ebb of my calves lift up like candle flames floating. I cling moist conversation to my entire body parts. Inch by inch. I unwrap the stagnant proliferating blood shadows slowly as my cigarette fades. Silence is the best healer. The wounds chop the underlying skin, razor teeth on my mind. Time defies body, time defies truth, time defies the eye.
I often take a pen and mark my mouth with words and poetry. Periphery protects a savoured soul. Soil: it marks the beginning and the ends like a mirror-crack. Insanity is not what I would call it! During nights, my body regenerates, a cotton swab soaked and firm like Osmosis emerging inside. My body becomes wild.
It’s a symmetry of red dot with a black line. It delivers a soliloquy speech of life and death. Something that my orchid coffin understands and my bizarre soul knows. Chemistry shoots up my body like a talking death hoop. During nights, my body eats my mind.
I have selfish bruises on my white index finger,
Quisling pack of cigarettes yet my favourite lover,
I have pain carved around my parched mouth,
Thorns and roses bloom in my inner thigh
I have seen death with open eye
An extension of chewed electrons of despair
assiduous diamond of shaved flower,
This moment is death, this moment is an Odious ball of catharsis.
©My Valiant Soul
I see you hanging from the roots of the mighty moon that join the oblivion distance between our naked space. This space is Point Blank. Your screams scratch your inner linings of delicate skin, producing an hour of a shooting star. A river of pervasive murmurs.
I walk along, to slurp the pain, the gain, the withering, the blooming onto my toe ring, soothing yet mystical. Burn the ash, lit the fire. Do you see the distance?
Flicker the holy waters onto your collarbone, smell its corona like fragrance.
Melt along with me into fragments of desire, lost yet found.
©my valiant soul
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
The shambolic evening sings music
With petals of petunia in my thigh
I mock at the hypocrite crowd
The masked souls, enough of charcoal tonight
I shall burst my bubbles of insanity you say, for I am home to wild hills
Where the temple bell sing jingles to my arteries
Sinking in my color, the eccentric red blood
Coinciding with my footsteps, filling the craters of my lipstick
Filling the lacuna of my hairline
Giving it an atom of granite
Splendid marks will arise from my delight soul kissing even your dark loopholes
Will you do the same? Oh shame!
I have the meraki of dark silence comforted as butter in my palm
My sweet innocent innocuous palm.