We do it our own way

i can slurp stars out from the sky
garnishing your surreal body,
where my lips stick to your moist words.
A refined way of picking your name.

Coltish your patterns give me jolts, often.
you have mirror- mosaic eye,
one’s that make your body numb.
A piquant chisel touch, maybe.

A lampshade residing beneath our bedsheet,
capturing our love,
observing our total madness.
we decide our own insane galaxy, love


a thousand reasons

between the lampshade of lips and my porcelain lips
 i carry your honeycombed shadow
 like a lust covered body, screaming in rose love
 i have a reason to lick your face,
 your breaths in ways flickering

Beneath the mole of my chin, a night rests
 it slithers a square black fit
 like an earthquake, an earthquake
 Metaphors of sun and moon lies
 in my womb,
 my place of sanity
 inside me choking with your love

a surreal slip of owls & hunters
 clambering unearthed lilies
 You are blue.
 You are grey.
 You are colourless.
 Mine.
 i have a reason or two to bite
 your pages, the books of love
 Phantom protrusion of amnesia.
 Pills of intoxication
 Bay of Bengal splashing my bosom
 drop by drop, with chills neurotic
 A wasp breaths and moans
 slitting a thread.
 I have my reasons, darling
 to love you.

Ambrosia twirls like a cocktail
 thick mouth swarming of dreams,
 filling the cracks,
 the walls, the ceilings, the mouth
 the feverish body.
 I have a thousand reasons darling
 to love you now.

Aerial forever

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Darling,
i have seen the ombre of your lips and words
like mirrors protruding a new leaf,
like a vintage walnut is hidden under my pillow,
your kiss under my pillow, for memories are my skin.

Darling,
i have known you all these years
as the shadow of the moon, tingling my dreams,
making me nocturnal often,
your breeze like the nostalgia of lights.
and your mushy hands of solace.
pause and dance, dance and breathe.

Darling,
i see you as morning dew
as a charm cascading as red as a blush
around my waist, around my milky thighs.
extending til my toes.
your breaths are my home.

I see you like an eye of perfume if any.
Aerial forever.

 

 

a nameless flower

your skin is a lumberjack
my fingers pricking the whims of your touch,
a vacant room suspended on my white skin,
a chair of your voice,
screaming, aesthetic nerves of the saliva.

i enter your body like a prayer,
again and again with hand-picked chants.
I spread
like butter on bare body,
cold sheets of absent air
sitting on my nostrils like a forgotten star,

love fills the places of vacant walls,
walls leaking
and veins dissolving.
love does that all.

(if my title does not do the justice to the poetry, pardon me)


 

Sounds of you

This evening is a slender fireplace
burning my wet loss of losing you
a loss is a numb attack until felt
and so i see hums, bells sliding between
out cheese skins,
mellow at the bottom, i am a dream of a lavender,
matchsticks burning curtains of you,
slowly
slowly
you meltdown from the Alps, and my garden
towards a barefoot blue whisper.
A crescent moon born beneath the sway of pulp thighs
Grapevines, nocturnal in hushed nights
observing our warm apple breaths,
floral segments onto our clothes-
my white skirt and your black pants

I burn in such fields of coherence,
cleaving affection as my second, language-
Oh man, your arms of white clay
waning thunders of a white moon
so soft and musical,
unveiling a lantern of fireflies.

And then I make a sketchbook of you
amidst the pale pink flowers,
your name embossed like a manor of bees.
There under the branches of hardened leaves
between the sordid naphthalene balls of kiss
I found you, like a fallen star.


As-You-return

Things return like autumn,
 with leaves, shades and colours
 as your mountain essence
 stick to my collar-bone,
 in the moments
 of nights, haze, dawn.

One by one,
 I circle around
 you, infinite-ball-of-love
 and soaked in your fingers
 and memories of the return,
 this mahogany burns,
 it burns as a bay leaf
 in segments and silvery parts
 I fall into parts,
 your demure pasture of lightnings,
 your mushy belly button
 your mouth of Jasmine

We made love
 to grow old together
 to be a single fallen star,
 we made love for your return
 where I am picked and loved,
 like a frozen pea,
 in your hand.
 And, I wait here
 for your return
 all like a wool,
 Fixation to occur.

©MVS

A craving

I have a craving tonight
for a slice of sun
or moon- talks, in runs.
to decipher the poultices
hidden beneath and above,
somewhere between your lips
& paradise,i have a craving
for your love
as soft as petals of Petunia
a craving to count you
& your terminals,
your folds of skin.
i have a craving to
melt into you,
with skins kissing.

a craving to burn pan cakes
and smudge the edges against us
like a paper ball dancing,
silhouettes swaying,
to put my mouth on your tongue,
to suck your scars
& to incubate it with my
infinite love.


©MVS

end of #NaPoWriMo.


like never before

in the folds of time,
 a soft music exists
 humming your songs,
 tunes and a black river-
 with a piece of forgotten fingers,
 dancing, crying,
 what not -
 in your maps of the tongue
 & wild bridges,
 time evaporates,
 like nothing existed
 ever.
©MVS

Cups, stains& cigars

I can fill your china cups with vintage memory of us. Where, i see you sipping my lips through the window sill, like a drunk sky & the tipsy moon. In the hitched- run of mundane lives, i drink your cheeks and mole, your legs & fingers like a mulberry pancake, frost often frozen. I like it that way.
i chew your scars with razor- electric nights of thor and acids. I do it anyway.

With a heart of a sun, i flip into your arms, cascading moments of dreams & dreams. Our bodies going wild fire, scratching depths to know the inner depths. The complete forest is lit.We run like mad currents, diffusing slivers of unborn kisses and future rain. We make love like the Himalayas, dwindling with the Pines or something more surreal. Something soft & crisp,the winds, the freedom . All knitted in my precious womb, my
place of togetherness. My thighs dance, magnets sucking my skin to cling me more. It speaks to me about your vintage cups, stain and cigars.
oh, i must be drunk now to sniff your vintage white shirt.

©MVS


nights that talk of you

A mesh of poetry ascends in my scalp of lights
the place punctured by your visits often,
in my nocturnal nights of anxiety and suicides.
You step on to my body, peeling layers
of SCARS\ and you watched POETRY\
C A S C A D I N G
in molten, mountain flush of hours.

I am not dead if that’s what you mean—
There are splinters of time and flower
the raw ageless faces of skin,
goblet eye of evil-
here moon meets sun,
and earth meets my soul
it’s a travesty of you and me
rather than what you did to me.

I have seen the postcards of vintage ink
our lotus bodies sinking like air,
tropical destinations, with kisses side by side
I ate your nails, your fingers, your dirt
defying existence of deads & deads.
Now, my finger bleeds fungus,
crochet of inhuman trepidations.
I still hang you in my mirrors
behind my bed, behind my eyelids.
I still see your insanity

C A S C A D I N G

©MVS – NAPOWRIMO#19


heart-a -staircase

desire••••

I could dissolve and dismantle both in your arms. Your concave dripping horizon. Here, sweet nectars of a word, alliteration efflorescences. Poultice killing ant-eaten wound. I put my oblong waist inside your palms to catch the last nights fits and sins, sinister. You breathe effortlessly, like a paper chewing the drops of rain, steadily and I watch you smoking naked. I shrink, cinnamon fingers dipped in writing as I paint you in my slivers of lost chills. I see you marking my territory, with hazelnuts and pepper, cracking one by one. You announce me your wild bitch.The galaxy ruptures between your words and my forehead mole. We are all sinners.
loss••••

I am awake, in the cauldrons of your magic that rubs my backbone, similar to the mountain ranges romancing with the sunshine. The spikes and fumes drove me madcap when my arm flew in the vapid motionless air. It was your A B S E N C E. The air balmy and dead. I roamed naked and baked naked. with my face sagging beyond the levels of my bosom. It was Saturday and your A B S E N C E.
healing••••

And, it is a fixation now. Crystal studded your eyes with my silhouette, marrying my body from that broken pale toe to my hair. I circle and hover my dandelion legs to sense the reality, the sun-baked air filled with our fabled romance and memories. The room is a temple and this is the reality.


image and words©MVS- Something new that I tried!

NaPoWriMo#17

Dreams and talks

I could smell your wine, 
your amniotic sheets
of pure stars and silicon lullaby,
regenerating my outgrown toes and stale stairs.
this head wrap is a lie,
if your nights do not talk to mine.
You become my pool of waters and waters
that kills my dead skin, on repeats.

You wander, like a dream
soft and tiny
in my 4 A.M talks, the moment of collision
I see your swapping legs and arms
kisses and poetry
tears and scars,
A mulberry sheet of dreams.
I could smell you once again
in the words of pillow marks,
in the arch of my windowsill.
Knitting and defying this entire life,
you do it in a pattern.
You do it always.

©MVS

NaPoWriMo#14

Smokes and kisses

Hundred lipped mouths, wet and poppies
exist in our cities of rains and puddles
Throbbing eyes, milky jolts,
with lush moments of air and air,
Crisp, transparent, the air.
Peeling layers of our shaved skin,
sun-kissed scars and plateaus of the mole.
I smirk and rise like molten frames,
with eyes skinning past memories of lust,
Eulogies swinging, comrades of dandelion.

I knit your lips to my vainglorious body
for the fingers count your aches and twists,
I dilute in your convergence and liquid formation
Hourglass, my silhouette sinking.
You expand your inundate fingers,
they hallucinate my feminity,
with orgasmic temples,
caressing green fields, my stomach
undrapes, silk gowns floating.
aurora candle-lit stars,
my polar body diverged, fluttering
with caskets of thin films
of smokes and kiss.


©MVS- NaPoWriMo

Chimera

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Fill the cacophonous rhythm of my mirrored-eye
with the cosmos and nightlight
entwined with grapevine of smiles,
A complexion of you, a shadow.
The craters enjoy the stratospheric
reds, greens, million of boomings.
I worship, with visual feathers,
burgeon smells, intoxication.
The deep smell of my pores
pronounce your name,
multiplying in the furtive eminence.
Then, the thunders dance
smearing lipstick of love,
coughing the dirt of abstruse corners
conquering the walls of illusion.

©My Valiant Soul


Beyond Hope

The night knitted our bodies like lanterns lit
with navy-blue aromas,
with currents storming
with sands under my body of hope,
with utopia and songs messed up in my head.
You wrapped my raisin skin,
performed colourful themes
like an Orion singing,
poetry dancing.

The night stimulated
the thunderstorms,
with Petrichor,
dripping from my tongue
With sunflowers melting
on our wax bodies
And the texture changing,
Earthquakes happening.

I grew a day older that day,
to see your landscapes and pyramids
sulking on my lips
sulking in my eyes,
A destiny.
You bit my neck that night
and you saw your name imbued
in frames and pieces
like a soft cloth residing
under my moonlit blood
You knew that day, we shared something more
beyond the stars.
Like Spring approaching.

®MVS


 

Observe and Proceed

Observe and stagnate the cuts on my eyelid
or the shaking body
Pretend that love-making, a part of the moon
In the windowsill, in the corners of the ebb

Pour your heaviness on my bosom at rest
where the hummingbird knit its nest
Slice and colour your hands
Honey-suckle your moist tongue,
clocks kissing clocks
Mysterious church bells, hush.

Observe and stagnate my white blood
whisper your spring,
thunderstorms into my belly,
carve it into a sweet meadow,
something like soft and crisp,
Hanging bulbs, lotus, potion, lotion.
clean and holy.
Blend your colour, smell
and scratch my bones.
Observe and Rest now.

©MVS