poetry

Closure

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Twilights of reverie

Mystic crestfallen nights

Warmth of endearing moon

Seduction of cool breeze

the penumbra of your surreal skin,

I have everything all, in this infinite moment.

 

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©My Valiant Soul


 

poetry

Apocalypse

 

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I felt the apocalypse,
For I am the one under the blanket of disgrace
Vapours of sullen emotions clamouring the disgust chaos,
I knitted their faces, from core to core
till I knew the point blank.
The whole world, dreaming the dead leaves
an intoxication of swollen wisdom,
For time establishes time.
Reality bites my skin, leaving a yellow mark
a mark of insolent skins,
a mark of insolent smiles.
Dipping in the sublime extensions of rose petals,
churns my thoughts like a needle.
Poking and creating.
The aftermath shall be a mystery.

©My Valiant Soul


 

poetry

Self-Portals


My skin coloured umbrella texture,
A polaris to inhuman substance
Extending in the North,
Like that shining star.

My red lip, like a stolen piece of a gem.
The duality of mermaid fins,
Stumbling, swimming, breathing.
I see it all.

Who am I?

The eccentric waves of ocean,
Inside my oceanic soul,
Flutters the depth of my eyelid
Narrowing my eyesight, blurry smoke.
And there exists a vast fountain of charcoal visions.
Unknown, insatiable flower petals
Choking on dead soil.

-My Valiant Soul.

poetry

A myth

 

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Surreal spectrum of rainbows
clicking my mind
in the sultry daydream.
A mirage unknown,
Faces floating
roses blooming
till the moonlit occurs,
a failed marriage,
or child marriage
Lavender smiles,
perplexion in minds
Mahogany sturdy furniture to cherish,
and the coffin is just a wood.
oh, human, what a myth!

©My Valiant Soul


 

poetry

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

poetry

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.