My days sink in the pit of dark state of reality
under the quietness of the sky, beneath the tall balmy trees
I inhale my own emotion, sliced and open like oranges
and exhale to deliver the perplexed nerve
sulking into the golden pond
my eyes hallucinate the candles, lanterns
lit in my heart
I regenerate from the scratch of my hopes
Like shining bulbs, a foam of hope rubbing against my throat.
Mysteries like golden shadow, reality like dark ghosts
Vintage my thoughts, open up only to make a vintage web.
Run, hide, seek
or dwell in the bells of a golden canopy
that shall spread the brightness
in the same dark pit.
My flaky fingers hold my hope like the sacrosanct dusk, the better is my mind with the fall leaves, the turpid pick of the smoke, pulling strings impeccably, wretched you say?oh, I am just a maniac wandering on the ebb of tyranny, turbulence and war see the pattern?It’s beautiful though dark.
The puzzles cut my thumb,scars all over the white skin,
nourishing I call it
Jasmine, fresh flowers
the brutality spreads now in my eccentric jovial mind
straight in the pond of sinking lips
the pond of dropping diamonds.
The promise of high tide, the valour of blooming minds
in the blanket of stardust kiss
in the essence of my apron,
I carry thy words in my uptight hair bun
breezing the hopes, the yearning tongue in the air
Like I see a reflection in the consonance of my eyes
The paintings carved in my belly-button
like a deep slumber of a half-slept moon
establishing the prodigious words of skin,
the language of my pink tongue.
I see you as my dream-catcher sprinkling feathers on my soft breasts.
on repetition, you collide with my heart
An Orphic diamond kiss on my eyes.
The daydream is ephemeral for you shall rock
me in the cradle of lavender fields.
As my hair strands say phosphenes chants of you.
The encapsulating drawings of the sky and blues of water
along with the dark brown forests, with a hint of green shrubs
The skin of tulips, the wings of my sublime poetry
my inner secrets, my outer smiles
The twinkles of star-dust, the serendipity of an ant colony
or the Apricity of a warm blanket
all runs in my throbbing blood, turning into flowers now
decorated on my elbow, on my forehead,
I believe, the summons is directed to your shelter
to reside in your heart
to dwell into your smile
that will make my brown fears,
concealed in your prodigious body.
Inside the rim of a bottle
Or outside the grilled window
You poke and churn the mystical hoax
Digesting into the pool of madness
A reverie. A fiction. A ballistic throttle.
A healing iris. A gargantuan of flowing words. A paroxysm.
Peel the skin, scratch the inside of an apple
Search the word, burn it and inhale in
your surreal peace, preen the mirth
And swallow the liquidity, join your body
With its formation, a constellation of stars
Then, you shall know insatiable hunger.
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.
This is such a thrilling feeling as my poem “Discover” has been published in such a versatile magazine Virtual Verse. You may find my work on page 96 among the various beautiful pieces. I am so honoured to find my place there! The collection is stupendously brilliant.
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.
I am no summer breeze. Neither I am a warm blanket to provide that yearning, surreal warmth.
My own soul is shivering, heart sees cracks here and there, Irrevocable my tears are on this pillow.
Fierce, ghost-like shadows perching on my knee joints,
It hurts. It hurts my paradise dreams.
And you say I am ignorant about the moon and its dark howl.
My rapacious soul is satisfied,
The ultimate feckless night is perspicacious now!
The outlandish thought once peevish, are palpable through a bright rainbow now,
My lassitude aura has vanished,
The intricate flustered breath is frisky now.
The embellished intentions once connive are beaming through my eyes now!
I am an ebullient puerile soul now,
Undisturbed by the worldly flaky eyes.
I have built my own roads..which leads to a genial place,
Unconcerned about the judgemental minds…
I am breathing once again now!
Like autumn leaves my words are shredded
into the oblivious basket of doleful cracked souls.
I rise once again, hoping for a falling star and collecting its
reminiscence into my insipid hair,
only to emboss the flaws and flourish with my insecurities.
Under the clear skies with pearls of white words,
I knit my word into my emotion, repeat the process
brush, brush, and blink, blink.
Taking the ecstasy onto my teeth, I feel the caress of my saddest lines,
put it on my fragile white shoulder,
then cut my words and swallow the ink,
this is how I started Poetry.
With a blank space between my fingers,
with a crooked faith,
my breast was swollen with fire, the unflinching desire
thumping my murky pen, producing a river of composed mind,
producing the glitters of fairy dust
this is how I started Poetry.
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.
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MY VALIANT SOUL 
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