Hearts of ashen copper refuse to erode away in surprise torrential downpours, Adamant and resolute not to dissolve in scorching heats & mighty tempests they stand their grounds . For hearts of ashen copper are deftly crafted to withstand the snobbery of thundering bolts. But the ruby hues wither away against cold lovers who carry …
Hour my body was crafted, it was-not a skilled goldsmith or the master strokes of Vinci’s or Raphael’s nor was ever any Michael Angelo . But a humble iron-smith who did the menial job, took his rusted hammer and a dagger carrying stains of dried blood to chisel me-over the blazing flames. For I as woman were to …
I’ve filled the voids of my soul with slants of words, the curvatures of alphabets to gratify the endless nights of effervescent passions. In the deepest abyss of malevolent nights, I’ve implored the meanings of your desertion through the arches of letters. The denied kisses through the strokes of symbols, the dearth of …
In your eyes I found my redemption, yes in your bewitching eyes, not in some astute scriptures or shrines. It was all in one glance that I savored the rare nectar of heavens which angels boasts of. Reclaimed from the rubles of past, resurrected from the debris of bygone life, Immersed in your …
Let us you and I once again meet beneath the vast skies hold hands and take long walks In shadows of blushing trees of fall on embellished carpets of florescent leaves pour out the maladies of the souls Listen in serenity few beats of our hearts narrate to each other the ancient tales …
Behold darling and just look at my face, do I need more ruby on the lips? or need to walk alluring with sweeping hips? Maybe I should too get bulbous bones fixed! But love my darling is not a spectacle No! Love is no rosy cheeks or her dimpled face. Poets of past who sighed …
Neat satin silhouettes narrates a mundane tale of tireless nights filled with loops and knits Days make sense doing dirty chores frantic zig-zag of mood swings Mischievous curves embraces salty sweat carnal desires rebuked suffered a psychosis Psychedelic talks in realms of fantasy burden of one ruby ceases any chance Refuged in verses of random erotica …
My heart aches as It bleeds drops of crimson desires while longing ,a decayed sepia picture is preserved in the cris-cross chambers echoing a comfort of your lack, a cold warmth in your stillness, neat bed-sheets narrate a tale of extinguished fire,of broken vows , no ” I love you’‘ or ever “miss you’ may be it …
In all my innocence, I thought you will listen gently to the beats of my heart, I cried and howled as I was alone and scared I knew we both spoke different languages but still put my trust because I yearned to speak and liberate myself from the fear and the million different voices in …