The~grey~ the~ Black.

Image result for grey and blackIf you create a circle around me, the voids should be flaccid

if the volcano erupts, the smoke should say the forlorn tales

the markings, the sayings

the screech, the thunder-clap

my tattoos, my caricature

covered in the stack  of grey thoughts

so I love black.

as the concrete foundation

as the depth of

the fountains of black orchids

the museums of grey art

the circulation of  flaccid grey murmurings

Numb eyes, melodious clandestine truths

the mystery takes control disguised as the black lady.

So I love to forming circles in the grizzled blur.

the known, the unknown

the grey, the black.

and,

the sliced part of the moon served

on my platter.

©myvaliantsoul




 

BLACK TEA-TALES.

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Come sit, have a sip of the black tea, I prepared.

The story is long for your forlorn heart would claim the pain in a moment or two.

The chain I talk today, oh, sorrow is diabolical,

so frugal, barbarous

the inside of my mind, heart have left the colonies of pleasure as if.

As I cross my wrist, hear the crackle

the crackle of my solitutude

lit in my eyes,

blazing

the burning glaze you see,

the dilapidating music you hear, 

come sit have,  another  sip of the black tea,

the tales shall get darker as you sip your black tea.

The ruckus runs through my skin, joining dots

on my skin,

creating shambles like a dead corpse

creating paradox.

The arms extend late nights to grab a bottle of comfort, you see?

The comfort like meadow, oh, the sweet meadow,

peace like the orchids, white natured.

Yes the,

soft feather stating

gorgeous wings,infinte joyous tales to discover.

Oh,  you finished the tea.. wish a refill?

For this soul can say the darkest of chronicles,

like the flowing wishful evergreen Ganges.

 

 

It’s the Doomsday.

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Today is the day when I feel the doomsday

clotting my blood

palpitating my heart.

The rumbling of emotions too hard to handle

The sorrow shall blow the flickering candle,

The enigma bloats the conscious,

like the unkindled romance,

or never met the loving couple

the luminous soul bleeds,

yearning stoutness.

The eyes for this day

don’t glitter,

for it’s the doomsday.

If..it’s Blank?..

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The bottom and the rim of my heart is blank,

no tides or waves..

not even monsoon peeps the heart,

the conjectures doesn’t smell fresh,

name it stale,

name it hideous,

nothing alluring,

like it’s all plain,

and black.

The high spirits,still linger,

through the dark holes,

through the black lines,

only to know,

will the blankness still persist more.


 

Lost Light..

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How deep I need to go to bring my paintings of heart,

how splendid should I be,to make you laugh,

I giggled and beamed to show you the light,

the light that fizzled out for you,

Wasn’t I keeping you warm,attainable,

suddenly,

cold breeze is speaking to me,destroying once blooming petals of heart,

here I am,shivering once again.



My companion once again..

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The delicacy of this face is embossed by heavy markings of tear,without any fear;

The sole loneliness has given the perfect winter chills already,as no woven blanket comforts the cold wave felt in;

The pain becomes my new guest,so stubborn and refractory,as if it wishes to be my companion once again;

Thorns inflict pain,true they say it, as I was the fool never to admit it.


 

Ashes and Grace.

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Querulous breath I inhale,vapid thoughts then exhale;

Feckless remains the soul,

There must be something invigorating about the ashes of human,or else why so much reverence prevails?

I wonder what my ashes will speak;

The suaveness of my persona;

or the ultimate hidden spots?

I search with all my remaining passion for the lost piquant spirits I hugged once;

for ashes are grace they say;

Deep daring  my heart has perhaps,for ashes are my thoughts now.


 

The unloved heart.

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Aberrant in your love,I walked a thousand miles,abstruse my love, you found?

All the bewitching spark I held for you,I bought all together,wore the jewellery piece you treasured once;

In acquiesce all your words I carried,not complaining,begged you to embrace me,this world already hated me;

So I walked to get shattered in your love,my cravings undefined,hopeful I remained;

A blatant touch, covetous you say,Indeed I breathe benign ,like the stars romancing with the moon;

Imbecile I remain now to learn your emotions,truth to be revealed,a stone-like gut hit my heart;

Biddle you spoke your word to me,I learned the truth..you never longed for me.