Sunday, October 3, 2021

LOVE POEMS

 

 

 


 

/ROSY/ 

rare rose 

brown rose 

used to bloom 

at midnight 

chat time 

coffee time

 mingles 

lit gossips 

 autumn sky 

bare grass 

nude park 

calls us...


 

 

MOON

  

Rivulets of the moon 

plays in 

your tranquil lake

golden beauty pouring 

drops to drops 

like wine dews 

eyes enticed 

and clings 

onto vale of chin 

intoxicating effigy 

wet honeyed lips 

and melody sounds 

of both bangles 

overwhelming, 

drowning into 

deep amour sea...

 

 

QUEEN-1

 

A  shocked

delusion.

sustain, 

clinging as a portrait 

of river queen 

that I stayed 

at the tip of ur brushes strokes 

and lonely strokes 

for watermarks 

flooded it 

visually pure entity dryness, 

lack of holy water yet 

dreams of river elusive 

and dry dune of lie, 

inelegant



 BLOODY WHORES LIFE

  

turning pale 

whore's blood 

cold flames shameless 

stays behind one corner 

 as a filth shadow in shifting way, 

actress's eyes frosty blue vision light, 

cut, action a crystal lens foresight 

celluloid porn folds, 

life-ocean devours even skilled hunter 

if not aware,

 

 

SWIRL LIFE

 

Overtime alluring

color swallows’ memory,

fugacious silver memoir,

turns into golden stains

or stale molten corpse

memory wafts to grow

and grows,

One day erupt

as pride of Everest,

While hiking 

with angst

footing the climax point,

Life alludes to solace

rare human life swirls.

 

  

 DREAMS

 

Those who sleep

They also dream,

Those who stay awake

Continuing

They reverie too,

Only the color changes.

   


  KEYS OF FAITH

 

Not a believer

and be a follower

ash of love-key

have left

In the heart of the holy river

There were waves

There was abyss

Yet not sink

That bunch of keys

Touchless

Odorless

Subtle

Stains, eternal

un-fatigue

 

  

 THE MEMOIR

 

In the weakest heart corner

buried keen agonies

Under the dead skin layers,

forgetting the last ichor,

and fiery hurt of ephemeral amour

yet the scars of last autumn kisses

Memories remain weird

to cultivate heartland.

 

 

 SPOOKY SHADOW

 

Buried mind

sleeping

a passion of an era

black-listed love of them

Tonight

lunar night

It's time to wake up

Leaving the cemetery

Stood up as knotless spooky

shroud less nude

shadowless,

shameless vision

Looking for direction

fickle life left behind

Of turbulent nature

was not in favor

rough winds blow as loiter

shush bush stutters

 

 

 GIFT

 

Inside the dense fog

Sometimes my shadows get lost,

I keep looking forthwith

flashing

yellow light shines in both eyes

My weird shadow is very nerd

To leave him

It's too hard, yes hard

Your lap, my love to fill the gap

bestowed this, like precise gift

Next to the right of your shadow,

for nurturing it.

 

  

 TEARS

 

That hectic question

never be might face anyone,

age nearby edge

my soul and I conversed

persistently,

I've cremated thousands more,

never seen before

tearful corpse!

listening from prejudice lore

Angel arrival moment at the end time

entire mind's sable darks

are wiped,

dismayed

yet why this pace of antagonist?

 

 

 THE DESIRES

 

ruined heart rose petals

falling optimistic

from greenish gloaming hill

blackish water as

melted womb

unmatured seeds of the ovary

malignant impacts

of curvy desires

 

 

 LIVING CORPSE


arrogant seashore never finds aim-less,

motionless vessel,

a loyal gardener

never turns into a soothing portrait

even warmth sweats drop flourish

the soils breathless love de-rooted

 in pinkish colors' marl your crux-less

emotions onto a soulless living corpse

 

 

 

 

 



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