Femme

Specks of pensive and the parlance of an obscure wallpaper that enshroud the hemisphere of my own ricochet. The darkness of Society ..the darkness in me. I am basking and trudging on the alley of mosaic dreams. I am here with a façade daubed with people`s slang up vulnerability. The aggrandizing estrogen personae. My visions are delirious and the rut is dilapidated .Foolish and feeble mind cremates the life. For them and for the stereotypes cult, I part by venom away.Spit and multistage me..Supremacy of bearing a calm deity is ill-assorted .The divine virginity in me, which is impious now. I am sinned. Veiled in my own blasphemous deeds and sins. Personified and diabolical.

Swifter eulogized utter for the charm carries a staunch fetid.But who got the parallax vision to see the shortcomings and scrutinized .The unflinching courage to refute. The beauty that prevailed and dwell ed in the heinous pseudonym society. The tempted vibes seethes in the young heart, laden with lasciviousness .I am here and will be here. The beauty. I am transient and you folks will pleasantly decipher the exfoliated meaning. The visage of my transformation is slowly washed with ages. The mantle glows and the energy grafted is been transformed from embryo to a damsel. Symbolizing and churning out the tenderness. I am the spectral princess. I smell of the celestial mercurial chronicles.

I am the infinity.I am the femme

Bareness

Eeriness of my room, haunts me like a remains 

Light reflected from the chipping off paint wall

Walk over the shattered bottle of absinthe 

Too weak,to move, to leave the self imposed prison

Same old dirty skin, I wear again with shame

I covered by soul in it, hiding the bareness from world

assimilating and sailing away in the black river of fate

My darkened room, a reality about my existence

The falling sunlight dies,as it grasp for breathe

This standpoint drifts every time,I hear you cry

in the heart shaped strainer of gold, I  collect your tears

You wept and wept

Eyes welled up, and it narrates a story of a bygone lover

In the deep aches, you cringe

Tonight, the clouds will paint it grey

And a looming somber tale, for the stars

Rains drop, will drop by the cobbled streets where she sits

As a companion , to ease her heavy heart

A restored bit, tangled within

Slowly I unfurl,to weave you a warmth

Ink me with love

A house of pale pages,read by stale air and forlorn dust
Life bitten like an old prune
Untimely desertion, with rapturous; only joyful skin that bathed in a ocean of caustic puss
Skin layers like flakes, waiting for your mere sight to say " good bye love"
Another night, by that street light..
That trench, when I acted heroine to you, after being raped
Flickering dim light bulb, as I play along
Bottle of cold beer, untouched, slowly the hot fetid air engulfs it.
My pen still lies inside, counted aeons, ricocheting the dried verses with dried ink
Lost mystical sans a corporeal existence ..
Finger skin tips exfoliates, by the mere weight of  pen, as I wield
Eyes tries to paint the sky blue with a blackened nib
Ah!!
Words humbly flutters to weave a prosaic canvas, but its all blotches of artificial beauty
The ache alike of a crywar, still cringes
Bruised heart work throbbing to the broken vivid kaleidoscope
It plunges me deeper to affliction

--Roop
 06.08.18