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

My Posthumous

Ice cubes on my flaky toe, severe wounds not on display
Drastic clueless isolation from comforting ligament saturation
Pioneering visions gradually blurred away in my eye socket
Each slit across my throat brings semi verbal masturbation
Rosy pink meat beneath my skin of unprecedented elimination
My veins of chlorophyll syndrome gushes mutant freezing flow
My blood coddles up as I sigh as little sparrow kisses my cheek
Epitome of morbidity lashes on my ailing chest as servers bow
Skull gets corrupted with fleas of dismal manifestation of slander
Spineless death heirs my yearn for longevity and untamed gluttony
My corpse would veil my hazardous self explanationtory blunder
Ashes of my bones would fill your graves and caves of irony
Marrows inside still would tell you a story of a lame lady of lust
You reckon my truth behind your unspoken lies that i devoured
Eyes kept open shut after burial as my posthumous reveals your truth

The Vampire Song

Dissolved partially in my warm blood
Her assertive sighs n her broken grins
Like violet fog in my sleepy lil valley
She hands me starless night screams
Juniper branches covering my window
Ignoring blurred savage howls of woods
Shadows merging with her fragrances
My hourglass corrupted by her mood
My snow-white in her coffin paradox
Her tangerine lips covering love prongs
I blessed her with eternal rest of duality
Now she factuates between rights n wrongs

Budapest

Celtic mist settles across Danube
Horizon over multiple horizons
Warmth of her last embrace
Thousand frozen cascades would melt
.
Eyes that spoke of shelter
My pariah entity in her city
200 years fade into camphor
My homeless ego churns eternity

The city of monumental pavements
So Over Sculptured and ornamented
Luminous tide yet pitch dark in my heart
Love petrified in some stone wall tainted

My anguish breeds into supremacy
These sore eyes still wait for her
Grudges cloud in my restless sanity
In her city one more time i shatter

Cumin

Like ghosts bottled like spices or specimen
hymoglobined frost and unusual chill sediments
Overlapping shrinkage of your cardiac volume
As her mighty shadow canyons autumn sun
Lamentation of damned, wrath of consumed
Solitary winglets preserve their white bones
Leeches and ashes make eternal hierarchy
Grandeur of chateau reminiscent of chasm
Vertical gaze from chamber sets a score
Startling narrow chill through your spine
Your mourn weaves symmetrical melody
Her piano of cumin , colour of ceaseless rust
Cachtice stands untamed amidst chaotic souls
slavery orgasm and mutilation of zombies
Arctic empress of amour froid and compulsion
they march toward carnage hypnotised

Blessed & The Others !!..

Fern and seven black horses
Backyard of arsenal always humid
Gypsy caravans fading in horizon
Ploughing mud of unspoken deed
Old farmer anticipating spring
Whispers merging with ghostly wind
Unblessed vision haunts this village
Burden of sacred cult and deity of sin
Black limestone wall of churchyard
Hears noise raising up from south
Buried beneath in distant woods
Melancholy roars, unprecedented fate
Limbs half-frozen and tremors
Blood gushes into perforated soil
Juniper branches canopies the smoky sky
Smell of rot in air gradually coils
Sole craftsmanship of nature
To destroy and rebuild its own statue
Fathomlessly emptiness replenishes
Like fears of a refugee of no virtue

GoSssshh...

Sweet Jesus.. Gosh... pardon my sin
My lips shiver as I sip your blood
Hues of Monsieur Carpaccio taint my throat
Wont question if my prayers go unanswered

Must I mummify a butterfly
Being a servant of my lucid violet yearn
As I cracked a walnut to have a glimpse of your lungs
A black daisy at my backyard laughed

I caress you; I comb your dizzy mane
And you postpone your silence
Between stanzas of juxtaposition
I ostensibly orgasm

Candles slowly fade as hourglass bribes
Its smoke canyons up as i dilute my dreams
She initiates preludes to my nightmares
My last supper followed by the last scream... Gosh

Casablanca

She poured Barolo on my canvas
Her porcelain limbs and eyes of William’s clay
She toys up with her inherited mahogany piano
Playing notes that Bach perhaps forgot to play
Jewels in her necklace pierce as she leans over me
She wipes my blood with her scarf and kisses my lips
I slip my restraint in her sudden embrace
Re-securing Casablanca in my fingertips
Camouflage of felony she utters, chants of unblessed
Call leeches and thousand fleas from woods in bile
She conspires Jerusalem’s air, corrupts the pagan sun
Her saliva dilutes my tongue in river Nile
Sold to voyagers, she spreads her carnal wing
Pre-conceived alters of Baptist souls
Stabbing possible conclusions at her rosy feet
Murmuring of spirits of slaughtered ghouls
Dew drops from her hazel brown eye
Drastically carve my flesh from thinning bone
In a hostile state I seemingly fanaticise
Of her prophecies that kiss away my mourn

Goddess of Kalahari

Cross tangent claws of blackened oasis
690 sand castles and ghostly sand storms
Witness grim slaves with no master
Like a poem without allegory
Witness a camel passing by without its back
Like a fragile smile turning into camphor
Witness a shop with no owner
As they salt their nectar in sheer ecstasy

I’m allured and blinded
Counting hours blind-folded
Suffocating fragrances of lily
As her shrine beaming high
The beheaded goddess of Kalahari
Armed with captivating genital beauty
A sword of rust slaying her preys
Mother of dessert serpents
Venomous!!! .. Her desires
Poisoned all kings wine
Seduced every trespasser

Kingdom of witches
Desert mermaids wrapped in doubts
Priests caged in caves of rot
A mother in disguise on flying carpet
Trading plural affections
Snake charmers tied up, spewing venom
Exorcism on cherubs for no evil possession

Demented evil queen of voracity
Her empire of contradictions
Amidst rancid sands and tombs
Enchantress and an executioner
Of all her enemies
She killed God in her land
Hermit of ceaseless misery
Still re-writing constitution for the land of damned
Somewhere in Kalahari

Bones of Jesus Christ

My breath under-control
Lament and pray
The ash tray fills up with your tears
In your blood litmus turns grey