Of Blood Moons

My lunar body
eclipsed by
nebulous spread of
your soothing embraces
my skin
blazing in red
by amorous warmth
of your tender kisses
you were
the earth
I craved to be
consumed by
I was
your blood moon
under the inky
quiescent sky.

~ Chhaya

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Degeneration

Dry like a
parched shrub
succumbing to
its own weight
I feel crushed
under the mass
of dessicated hopes
and shriveled expectations
pounding, grinding
and triturating within
I sometimes also watch
the flakes of my skin
the flesh and the bones
turn into pulverized
remains of
a cremated corpse

the palliative touch
of my hands
have lost their potence
the coerce palms
don’t soothe anymore
once they used to allay
the most gruelling strains
now they pierce
deep through my pores
like bad memories
like lonely nights
like unsated desires
like your lingering touch

the eyes fake
of rosy nights
invalidating
the traces of
inveterate insomnia
as the mind
gets afflicted
by malignant thoughts
of doomed past
feigning to be
a venomous vitalic
to endure pain
of caustic breaths
the achromic sights
blind my vision
like cimmerian cloak
leaving me just with
your apparitions
hallucinations.

~ Chhaya

 

The Healing Sun

I breathe the sun
from the naked pores
of my scabrous skin
inhaling
the warmth
and exhaling
the algor
deep from
the frozen marrows
of my glacial bones

the pain
attempts to exude
from the tip
of my frailing limbs
as congealed claret
in my capillaries
thaw
in the balsamic aurora
to gush
with the vigour
it had always been
devoid of

the tan in brown
amalgamates
on my frame
with the pastels of
frigid hopes
the serraphic affiliation
adorning my body
like golden desires
embellishing
amorous embraces of
impassioned lovers
meeting after
a long time.

~ Chhaya

 

Cessation

This lull
is a tacit pain
an enduring constant
like cracked bones
which make no sound
like death
like rotations
and revolutions
of an astir orb
like seasons
like scars on my body
like a stubborn wall

my putrid feet
remind me
of decaying life
deterioration
degeneration
all a culmination of
what I thought
was only a beginning
of my nascent breaths
prowling through
animated existence

the memoirs of a mortal
caution me
of the vanishing time
of validities and verities
of fading complexions
and waning sapience
the sinking heart
beats silent throbs
reverbarations
palpitations
giving way to
debilitation

and once more
I sing your song
with aphonic mouth
as silentious eyes
intone the unsaid
from the engraved
sonnet on my back
carved by your
versed kisses
satisfaction
exhiliration
as I transit to
annihilation.

~ Chhaya

Blame the Night

Blame the
mischievious night
clinging on to me
if I wake up with
traces of stars
lingering on my skin

the dust from
corroding moon
may turn
my body bronze
blame it on
rusty desires
if you find
my kisses old

my eyes
may still doze off
with the weight of
dampened dreams
blame it on
frigid dew
that drenched
my torrid sleep.

~ Chhaya

Of Promises

I will never hide
the stories
I have piled
beneath my skin
and the pain
I have stashed
under my bones
or the longing
that I breathe
with bruised nostrils
only if you promise
you will never tire of
peeling off the layers
that residues of past
have accumulated
on my body
like rotting scabs.

~ Chhaya

 

 

 

Slick Route to Love

While glossy moon
begins to slide down
a polished greasy sky
smeared delicately
with creamy hues of
nascent amber dawn
the butter night melts
slowly on our skin
basking in the warmth
of lush fervent embraces
as tender cotton ball kisses
dipped in sweet lavender oil
dabble latent dry desires
to make slick route to love.

~ Chhaya

 

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Gluey Memories

Immersed deep in the darkness
of mucid glutinous nights
imbued with the resin of
viscous gluey memories
I adhere
to fading thoughts of you
like an old peeling affiche
lingering on a crumbling wall
heedless of its ensuing collapse.

~ Chhaya

 

The Bloom

I am born from your golden skin
radiant like the winter afternoon
wrapped in the fulgent rays of sun
stemming from the roots of your pores
rising like a vine in its full vigour
entwined to your poised brown frame
spanning through your stretches and arcs
I thrive in the credence of your brace
only to bloom with gilded shine
like ourulent mustard flowers
spread over bistre brown plane.

~ Chhaya

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