Like a cloud of fire I soar a little higher In the burning light Of that sadistic sun. Sinking-rising- Burning the golden lightening In the broad of daylight. He fears not- Throwing the silver arrows and spheres In the dawn- quite clear The dusk, a little dear He springs, trying to cut my wings AmidstContinue reading “The Glorious Madness.”
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I Smile.
I burn my body to ashes But my conscience savors and yearns I rot amidst my own ashes But my soul transpires beyond the patriarchal tavern. I burn and I smile Beyond my submissive rage For I have no dreams Only a small selfish realm. I burn and I smile Even from myContinue reading “I Smile.”
The Mystical Pishogue #2
I am fierce I am wild I am an emblem of self-implied exile. I am aggressive I am saucy I am an insignia of selfishly haughty. I am bold I am vain I am an image of disdain. I am dominant I am arrogant I am yet, a metaphor of a self-loathingContinue reading “The Mystical Pishogue #2”
My Very Own Peccadillo.
I don’t know love I don’t know how it is to be loved But I know how to love Day in and day out- Giving my all. I am a woman, pining for love Waiting to be touched; To be held in your arms, to be Kissed. The soft murmur of your eyes- The hoarseContinue reading “My Very Own Peccadillo.”
A Barbarous Bogart.
Garbed in a glorious bedlah She tranced towards me like a Cinderella, With mischievous eyes and a coy smile She perpetuates my wait, longer than the river Nile. She sways her waist with obtuse precision Making my lust ameliorate with elysian, Her biased hips, her light feet transfix me And I want myself toContinue reading “A Barbarous Bogart.”
Aesthetic Miradh 