Bilocation
"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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Hiya Sharma
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