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   "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~
            midst emerald ferns,
    where scars dance upon henna leaflets,
    as lyrics float upon trembling lips,
        escaping my magnolia ink
     and this damsel no longer 
                  bleeds in wine vapors"

Life breathes
in caramel glare
of dusky dusts~
a tapestry of
ageless philosophy, 
shimmering through
wrinkled rainbows~
as transient wings 
of russet butterflies,
cocoon cinnamon souls. 
I whisper those 
orphaned secrets
of death and birth, 
when the blemished 
child of silence, 
rises from 
burnt orange gleam, 
flickering like, 
foliages in fireplace, 

Lotus sun of karma, 
is a breathing loner
in amaranth avatar, 
who heals heart chakras, 
harnessing ~
bohemian silence
in elysian sorcery. 
For, moments 
fiddle away like 
eucalyptus embers~
when eyelids become
an ocean for 
the third eye, 
in bilocation of
my essence within 
aquamarine amulets, 
I yearn to seek 
the warmth of 
spiritual enlightenment, 
above ~ 
       materialistic moonbeams 
         that shine like 
               diamonds, 
             enslaving me in mortality.

With a cloak of 
saffron silk, 
I'll sail beyond 
horizons of
pearly sunsets, 
where I'm more 
than broken
shards of glass-heart, 
for, I'm a ray of Lord, 
whispering in 
winged starlight, 
as paradise of peace, 
lives in my spirit, 
liberated from
the ordeals and
serving to the
humankind 
in an earthly emblem, 
sung by edenic fairies. 

In this theatrical
choreography of destiny, 
dare not to foresee the fate, 
for, she is a lily elixir, 
evolving through
embers of time
and scripting
the chronicles
of our celestial kundalini,
that has surrendered
to the grace of Almighty.
We are indivisible,
from divine's
amethyst light,
for, what shall may unfurl,
is above those
sunrises which
can be painted
by our bleak palettes.

We don't exist in
poisoned musings,
where bells chime like
coins of fame
and horizons
are laced with
lethal luxury.
Howling wolfs
nevermore
stifle my senses
with their greed,
for, I've become
a spell of the
enchanted forest ~
a graceful wanderlust,
where soul-searchers
sparkle in polka dots,
shimmering like
fireflies of 'carpe diem'.

  "There'll be a zealous zephyr 
    that isn't tamed by time; 
   I'll be the lunar princess, 
      and the ship of faith shall sail, 
   upon milky seas of my iris. 
   Breathing stars, I'll devour the universe, 
    being an empyrean saga 
          of wisdom and sacrifice, 
      that rules the world..."
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