Stanzas Of Euphemism

Behold!!! Nazarene, walking down the carpet once you did lay
Satin flowers lingering on your twilight gown
Reminiscent of hue that would be shed in disguise
Soon after sacrosanct eucharist

Seal your promiscuous lips
Witness an evangelical occurrence
In flesh, and its myriad pieces
Myth shall weep in corner of your wisdom
And your cornea blasphemies
In backyard of your subconscious
So you drop your rosary in sheer ecstasy
As you verbalise the gospel of Mother Demure
& Son of her consumed womb
The nihilist of Eve’s apple, forsaken through his malevolent core

Petrified aeons sediment in my cellar
Masquerading the papal deceit, upon the consecrated cross
Fabricated around your lenient neurone
Then Demigod’s companions lipped a shrill laughter
And their camouflage never catalogued
They poured wine acrimoniously
On grave of precision
Spooning a blistering eclipse on embedded Elysium

You shall lay yourself entranced in torment
As he claims to cart his cross
Wounds showcasing deviation and combat for its buyer
Reaping seeds of abhorrence and swindle
In haemoglobin of chasm
Languishing in history pages
You turn to place your concrete testimony
With faith resting on phantasm and delirium
Taking over even the revelation of Socrates
Gritty lies salivating from ancient lips, so fictitious
To become legitimately celestial
Handing you an ash-tray filled up with my amethyst tears

Sacro Culto

In those stones that they had layered
On plateau of surreal Giza
Ages of nameless isolation I’ve witnessed
Epidemically so brittle
Despite the infections of thousand pariah camels
My secrets lying idle on your lips
Canopying the sacred cult knowledge
That meant to be concealed in your neurone
Many tried to seek this sacrosanct art
Despair fills up their gasps
Occult society of Ancient Giza
They practise sacrificial rituals for Seth
Criticised by other religions and Government
They masked it with utter discreetness
Necrosis is a holy art of corpse
And it post-mortal syndrome that
Our dead bodies are subjected to
Eternal amalgamation of organs
Makes a living soul
The proportion has been unknown to us
Those handfuls can reunite hacked body parts
And sew them together with silk thread
Rub them with coarse salt and pernod
Till cracks fill up evenly
Then an anonymous fluid is injected thru visible vein
It’s perilous, if it’s practised without substantial knowledge
Hidden yet most rewarding art of mankind ever invented
Remains ever unknown to human race
Those still resting in their vaults shall be carrying the testimony

Winter Weep

Cataract on solar horizon... ahh
Enzyme dripping from its stare
I gradually melt into oblivion...

My fingers lying on humid silent floor
Groping for a ground
I wittingly invite a failure...

Dehydrated tears of Nazarene
I buy them at south of my reverie
As I mourn on my bed time and again...

Snow in my vineyard, I lament
Aloof horses seem reluctant
Blood congeals as desperations tempt...

Letterbox fills up with yesterday
Sieving ache through her lie
I rub off another moon at my bay...

Gospel of Namur

3 millions withered apples of one Adam
Some unscathed, nibbled, some consumed
Lying perished in dark of my cellar
I shall perceive radiance from Eve’s womb
Ravenous kings under my dusty feet
As I decant slur on Babylon’s lip
Impregnable, I stand sturdy
Sun of Syria dies suspended at my grip
Silk route to my deformed carrion
Musky grave tailored for winter doves
My tranquillity boils up in the air
Rosaries beaded across my neck as ropes
Famine and epidemic under my sleeve
I spoon you my flesh from every pore
My tissues trapped in between your teeth
As you relish me through my genital core
My shriek fills the void with gospel of Namur
Hands me evolution of my race and clout
My premeditated forfeit on your brittle palm
Shall quarantine new epidemic you pout

Jupitar's Sabotage

Diffused portraits melted in chandelier’s luminous tide
Cobweb needles a canopy for her mighty ghost
Whimsical sacrifice of abundant insects in stone Hearth
Far away a fragile flower dies in ruthless frost
Scarcity of air to draw my breathe
I perspire in a corner of my artery
Quieten whispers in my vacuum
Unfolds gist of myriad pagan stories
Migratory thoughts weep as shadows outweigh
Night of fabricated qualms and queries
Lavish funeral anticipated for clans
Sanctified soil of candour that buries
Preliminary turmoil under my hide
I gauge their stare peeling off my skin
Parched sunlight muting my silence
Ploughs graves as the seamstresses lean
Jupiter’s rival in stone well sighs
As turf gets muzzled every humid night
Inked midnight divination of soothsayer
Like a vagabond of sub minimal sight

Carravaggio's Dream

Ancient sisters diluting Aegean Sea
A savoury sky of million blind vultures
Nibbling silently my golden flesh
My carrion, an epitome of their sculptures
I embark, I embrace
Lair of waves of thy abyss
Pieces of her footsteps
Anticipate a noxious kiss
Enthrone serpents of Caravaggio
Grunts of sheer oblivion
I lay myself entranced
On rocks of petrified aeons
Each respire like a fair weather friend
Covers my patience with agitation
I lace my thrill with diminishing sunbeams
On primordial land of venomous gorgons

Pituitary Love

Debris of Jewish messiah soils my goblet
I often scratch his name on dehydrated leaves
Thorns pierce my eyes through microscope
Satin handkerchief moistened up with 10 grieves

A Lady of affluence on carpet of rug
Hands smeared with deceased goat’s seamen
Headless face of facts that perish in my wallet
Tempt a detonation on graffiti of my neuron

Haemorrhage of reverie as I weep
Sequinned defamation of avaricious father
Pituitary love or platonic lust
Ejaculation of insatiability to that you adhere

Opal on her finger invites my bestiality
Bare eyes of turbulence hold a testimony
Of vernacular seduction that quarantines
All my preconceived contentment anatomy

Comes a full moon and I graduate
Masks of co-incidents smudge
Post mortem of tears that I shed
foil of kisses on my grave's badge