Bon Appétit

Oh, you know her and have seen her wandering eyes

Her fidgeting chest carrying a half palpitating heart

Half of it is already so numb, more over thwart

Soul dripping in ink too dark to make a baffled note

If she writes, muddled letters stain the spotless sheet

She artlessly leaves a mark where ever she steps,

But...Alas, as fate would have it

Renaissance never followed, what follows is only dearth

Vulnerability is so juicy,

Melting on your tongue, as

Mozzarella on pizza crust

Little Cherub becomes a malicious mammoth,

Cheesecake so richly silk to make you hover

Don't tell me that you have no desire to taste it

You know it shall rouse your dead leach senses

Instigate you

Entice you

Incite you

Linger to your sedated mind, enveloping it in a cocoon of succulent pleasure

Chef-d'oeuvre, a magnificent feast to dine upon

Be an unprejudiced basilisk, suck away all her aching breaths, but,

Look for the juice dripping from your smoldering smirking lips

For staining the chenille might leave a sign of your scrupulous sin

Do let me know once you are done with that aphrodisiac THING

Is she still taking that vicious agony stricken lurching Breaths in?

Is she still alive?

Anyways, Bon Appétit...

  ***Chef d'oeuvre- a masterpiece
      Chenille- velvety fabric
      Cherub-an innocent child looking angel with wings
      Basilisk- a mythical reptile whose look or breath could kill***

I know no New Season

Yes, I do know and, I'm very sure

You want me not, no anymore

Can you be a little patient,and

Shall we wait for a New Season?

Then we might fall apart

And walk a different path

Will you talk to me for a while?

And, let me hear your Last Smile

The Last Blush of your cheek

That makes my knees go weak

Still how can I make you stay here?

Feelings furled and nothing I bear

But, this is no good time to drift away

For searing summer season is on its way

Parched lips and cracked surface beneath

A glint of love and a drop of mist to breathe

The Girl flaunts her nut-brown tan to her friend

Soil thrust its chest oozing with love to attend

Won't you be the last thunder shower? 

Quench and spell cool the blood flower?

Autumn might soothe, enliven the dying blossom,

And bring some respite to burning heaving bosom

Falling leaves emulate forsaken love billow

Wish to be left naked as a weeping willow?

Winter coldly shouldering howling winds and snow

Will it be able to endure the burden of Icy teary woe?

No, no, no, trust me it won't…

They can't ever and they don't…

Poets shall wait for the season of romance to arrive

When the beautiful nature's tender buds fondly revive

Cheerful chirpy songs of spring birds freshen the withered air

It's the time for love to flourish wildly, can you even forswear?

Love is no less than the holly, always red, prickly yet evergreen

New Season needs callous inception, where love shall demean

Still if your efforts to slay the love go in vain

Wait for the day when I shall feel no more pain

You will be an achiever, a loveless winner, a warrior buoyant

Isn't defeating love and finding New Season, a triumphant?

~ Love Pie! ~

~ Love Pie! ~

Ms Puffet Bell wished to bake a love pie for her smirky lost love

Mr Grumpy, the baker uphill only knew to get the ingredient straight

She ran to his place of creative space, and

Did put forth her craving to make him tackle her wish

He shuddered, smiled, and then finally grinned

“Oh Sweet, it’s so damn easy, I am the master of the trait!”

Ms Puffet Bell couldn’t help but twinkle her pearly eyes …

Tendering her the list as long as the Rapunzel’s braid

“Get me these love tit-bits from the corner shop with incandescent lights!”

Craftily, flawlessly, Ms Puffet Bell reeling and swirling as in utopia

Basket brimming with knick-knacks, she has culled for the succumb pie

And whilst bracing their fall, pulled up her flowing net gown to her ankles,

Her slender beautiful feet lovingly encased in flowery pink pumps, did glint …

“Helluva candy, you are sweet but tired, come sit here to have a glass of wine!”

One could see Mr Grumpy drooling and smouldering lecherously

Lowering her eyelids, she fluttered her eyelashes as thick as a spring tree

A dimple smile got etched on her pale face, lips quivered, and

Before words could touch her tongue to hit Mr Grumpy’s demented ears

Drops of salty water came sliding down her grey eyes, kissing her neck,

To fall on the floor dusted with leftover trinkets of baked love pie …

Finally Ms Puffet Bell spoke, not spoke but rebuked, so much to chide

Words burning enough to scorch his soul and melt his smutty brain

“Be all ears and mind the bass

I am not here to be your lass

Your mind would play tricks

Making you no good than a Frass

Being your forgotten wife

Is so much like a stained glass

Now stop being a crass and

Shove this love pie up your Amnesiac ass!”

Smirked Mr Grumpy, as if getting the drill and “Ooh, Honey!” all he said

Pensive and chagrin, Ms Puffet Bell decided to cook from the scratch …

Concocting involves swathing of nitty-gritty love arts,

Remoulding the emasculated heart to bake and shape, the Love Pie!

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Naivety is her, kindly please bear..

She asked them to choose, to have their favourite way

Either be fondly pink lipped or be a black and blue snippet

They took a path, intricate and once unknown to her

Wading into the world of metaphors, words and phrases

Don’t you worry, she won’t rest on her laurels

Repercussions were caused by her charred soul

Unravelling her besotted knotted thoughts is not an easy tasks

Pages as blank as her life and coloured white like her soul

Unkempt and scattered as pebbles on a lonely shore

Will soon be adorned with fables and poignant tales to narrate

Trembling fingers and fidgeting body, let her recoil for the sake of the moment

What you just witnessed is her penumbra, hiding deep is the delirium of emotions

Frenzy, frustration, sadness, love, anger and passion

Hiding in some secret alcove, driving to commotion

Chasm beholds, she is taking careful steps

Plunging deep into the effing uncanny space,

Space that holds the whirlwind of her dancing reveries

Emoting is not her art, trust me she is a failure

Let her sieve the fathoms enclosed, kissing the sand at the bottom

Brandishing of skills is an after play

Can you be a little patient, please bear with her delay

For a day shall come or a night for a change

You won’t need to tell her for every time you tackle her notes

Vanity shall be deceived and words swapped

For ‘slumber’ will occupy ‘sleep’ and ‘benign’  that of  ‘kind’...

 

 

 

Remember ?

 Remember?  You are a free bird

Go find your unspoofing abode

Peace and trust guiding the gates of where

Reach for the Moon, marked by the arrow ‘GO’

Love awaits with open arms and naked eyes

Eyes, a gateway to heart, once heard

I was a halt, a place to rest your unbridled thoughts

Go-Slow, U-Turn and Stop are not your captivators

Spread your wings, go, go, go

Soar high in the clouds

Use unused unclenched fist to hold onto your dreams

And the metal claws I gave you to unhinge the door

Clouds with the silver lining, lightning your flight

Grey sky with hued horizon watching and guiding steps

The cage I built once, to steal you from the world

Too shattered and a bit tattered failed to conceal you

Shrines of past and caricatures of present

Tomb engraved with aghast sorrow and pain

Misery and tears assemble to congregate

Go fly, before they delve for your sublime soul

Resurrection happens to vampires and angels

Don’t wait for mine, I am a feeble insatiable trap

Fly, fly, fly, before I change my mind and

Incarcerate your wings and make your breaths mine...

 

Delish Love ???

Opium of thy love slithers through my veins

Turning me blue as I struggle to breathe

Vision is blurred and my warmth thou slained

Numb and lifeless as the longing heart failed to whine

A muse or a wrath let the time strain

Oh my precious, once thou whispered in my ears

Words floated through my void soul, and,

Eyes liquefied them into tears

If ever I knew, and heart could bear with my mind

How vague and vain were thy words

Wouldn’t have let my wounds nurture those thorns

Yes the thorns, grew tearing and bleeding my clad

Mushrooming on my unrequited love, they flourish to sic

To turn and burn me into paralyzed ash

“Liquid silk is your skin”, mumbling and caressing entwined

Burlap conceals the shrewd soot now I exhale

My plight lovingly breeds thy mirth and astonishment

Tears have turned into red wine, parched lips can devour

Black is the hue of my blood struggling through my veins

Heart shaped as artichoke lie on thy counter, chopped and sliced

Heartbeats? Oh they have  already ceased and are calm as sea

And my maze love graved and resting, pale dead oh-so-numb

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She waits behind the glass

                                                             image by Daniel Murtagh

 

Seeping from the Shadows

Melting into her gleaming beauty,

She waits behind the glass

Unstained and unbroken like her quelled self

Every night Devil turns into a soulless beauty

And, the wait personifies

Her musings carnal, deep rooted

As she smitten 'the man' with her pale pearl skin

Golden venom adorn her neckline and,

Mere white flowery net kissing her nude bosom

Making him salaciously drool

Unspooling her intentions, plundering for her prey

She kisses him poison and her black deep eyes

Entice as his soul recoil

Dancing on her succumb lover she devilishly coy

Ah, what a beauty, her ways all so dainty

Relenting from her lover as his body turns cold

Myriad nights and myriad lovers,

Strumming her billowing desires

She waits behind the glass




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Script

Prologue, Epilogue

Breathing the words in between

Creator’s script

This Haiku is shared with Haiku Heights and the Prompt is Script

Midnight

Tossing in my oh-so-cozy bed and occasionally staring at the wall where I once had his picture pasted and with big hearts drawn in pink and red to outline my immense love for him.

Love, so boundless and formless, yet I have seen it when he used to lovingly cup my body in his strong arms and carry me to the bed while stars in the dark sky witnessed it, have felt it through his passionate and wet kisses, and have smelt it in his breaths which drove me crazy enough.

This is the hour when we used to explore the depth of our love, together and that hour seemed to end for eternity.

How I wish to dive again, dying to be with him again, to seek the same passion filled moments, wish those pink and red lines could have helped me in capturing those fleeting moments as they captured my love and his picture.

The million scattered twinkling stars are mocking at my loneliness as they enjoy with their beloved and amidst them the lonely moon being my only companion, it knows my pain and I can understand its tonight.



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New Toy

Shining and bouncing

New toy in shivering hands

Smile says it all

This Haiku is shared with Haiku Heights and the Prompt is New.