Forbidden Fairytale
I once was a
sea lavender star,
soaked in sunsets,
draping evenings
with soft yarns of
hydrangea haze ~
before you stole
me from those
sangria skylines like
a windswept wave,
and placed my
hyacinth heart upon
the tan throne of
your verbena soul.
Never did I dream,
that those lunar fogs,
lulling me with
fairytales of fondness,
would trace my
daisy-cheeks like
black-pearled tears
of cherry rain,
bleeding in redemption.
In our ambrosial era,
hued with mad honey,
I dared to blossom
in your solemn
field of scars,
but, regrets flowered ~
unfurling moist mistakes
like perfumed buds,
drenched in an
unforgetful ode.
Weaving mauve
mists across
midnight, like
a silent curse,
I now drown
in a halcyon
of hopes
and clench to
those crimson
willows of woe,
for, peaceful
winterberries
have begun
to taste like the
blood moon.
Would you
ever wonder,
how must
this Persephone
shall feel
whilst floating
in our decaying
lake of ardour?
Are these promises,
nothing but
rotten thistles,
knitting a
pomegranate-
pillow of gold roses,
where each
ruby petal
smells like hemlock?
This love is
the only truth -
pumping lifelines,
which I could
ever call mine;
my spirit will
abandon these
crestfallen lips,
if they forget
to give wings to
the duskiness of
your forlorn name.
A feral fog
has risen
along the
periphery
that parted
you from me,
and I yearn
to ask ~
am I just a
mispelled phrase
in your jasmine-
oiled pages?
How did we
become
those two
distant seashores,
with not an
edenic tide
of milky quartz
to unite us?
I will fall for you,
head over heels ~
evermore,
chaining myself
with ferns and
folklores, as,
perhaps Cupid's
raspberry arrow
has enchanted
this Psyche,
and I can never disown
this firefly emotion,
enclosed in
your embellished
embrace, even if our
moments were
a twilight mirage,
caged in those
cacophonous
crystals of two
forbidden diamonds.
"I breathe in a f i r e,
that y e a r n s to rise in fury,
as crawls of solace
turn to f l a m e s,
burning every thread tying us,
yet, your w i s t f u l fingerprints
trailing darkness,
lace this skin with s m o k y shivers,
leading me to you, in an everglow
for, if I leave you ~
then, those exotic heavens will f a d e
from my eyes..."
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Hiya Sharma
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