Silvered in a madness
Jammed jewels in lining of shapes, rusted and in darkly matter of ruby and jade.
Blood a river wine,
Life is a alive timing,
Put up cheap to posh
Cups of street bazaar;
designs dogged in burnt soil
Heart is a tray
It has lot to give
A ever flowing piece of therapy,
It's a whole day; to take believe;
Sweet and bitter on the same shore,
Plotting like thunder
A storm is yet to come.
Stoned up in structures of delicate statues; stabbed in walls of main hall room,
Cartwheeling bubbles floating, are made of rainbow colored pain
All the wishes unseen
Honey drops and lilies bloom
Then they spills in more and wilts on, afterwards,on sunny afternoons.
Blue and green stains spreading like a wildfire in the roots
And it's the reason
Of finding the key that's stuck in a lock, a mold of metallic conspiracy part with neon glaze.
Doll faces and the ugly ones
Lives in the same umbrella dreaming.
A huge piece of cake kept in store with the tea,flavoured in cherries, blueberries and wild strawberries; heaved up with the stairs,with my heart only knew that moon doesn't wanted to give up but carbine echoed some cranberry coloured drizzled into cotton silk curtains and and bats and crows cries I'm the midnight into the village.
Nicotine in the corners
Like pieces of candles.
It's hard to tell now
What saves and kills.
Or maybe some ambrosia darkly ruby roses to taste,
Peach petal flicks over faces.
Can rain save as they fall
To make forget what haunts.
The light has made it a white room.
Colors easily fades like time.
Neck's chocked up in jeweleries,
Some hung low upon the chest
Beside the heart that's a tray in sense, perhaps, without it everything ends.
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
