Silence

This moment explodes into million segments of sunshine and liquor
streaming of roses, bullets slaps my tongue,
to spit the naked lie.
I walk on the fields of white hemisphere
where Poetry romances with me,
Silence is best experienced in the moments
when our body is Old utensils
Breaking my knuckles I smirk at that windowsill
where ashes of my pain melted, floated.

Oh, silence of beauty
come and coincide with my jawline
like the language of warriors
inch by inch slip into my white palms
dividing my delusions into a periphery of the star

Dissolve into my thick shadow of moles and wide dimples
cleaving my reverse staircases
spread like white snow,
spit frost on my forehead
Here, something Paranormal occurs.
And everything is just a white beauty.
Magical. Unearthly.

My one more poem up on Visual Verse.

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©MVS

As we Sink

i have watched you swallowing my winter talks and gripping my crooked breaths
I become an empty air in my body surviving for your arms and tongue
the weeds that grow inside our bellies, something divine occurs
like doves and pigeons, we flap and nurture
my red nail paint chips and get dissolves into your teeth
you ingest me with soaked balls of kisses and softness that of the moon
I see you like a shadow i want to digest and churn into my stomach
i see you as thunders and the Himalayas
perhaps, I can be the icicle of your cheeks sitting onto your lips
screaming my undertones of solace and then
bites, bites, some more bites.

At this point, i am floating like starfish, Corals
at the nape of your neck
where i once tattooed my clandestine tears, now volatilized, faded
and so i eat you like my favourite breakfast
day and night
night and day.

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™MVS

Pink Earth

Dewdrops like sacred groves
twirling on my parched lips,
with lavender Twinings inside
pouring muddle Serenity echo
on the surface of once
crooked window,
the brutality is hidden
lost, in the delights
of frozen warm apple-pie.
A loop of twinkle fields
decorate the darkened corners
of my throat, my white leg
like a partner in poignancy
with fireflies inside the mouth.
with you, I connect the solitude
extending onto my calm thoughts
mending the broken door knobs
and planting a loop of hope.

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 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
Rupturing, beaming.
Flickering amidst the stars in the sky.