Mesmerise Sins

Elucidation in profusion, this sanity minding what your desire. Of a good breeding, she would brawl come what may, morbid archangel, Helen of Troy. Soothing forlorn Amazon, soothing my soul. It’s a labyrinth in life. Condensed with tutelary deity of heaven.

In this demented world, mirror doesn’t always reflects the truth. Hues of lights. Rays of harrumph. Not a shattered dream. Family values, orphanages, parishioners are the playing fields. Quintessence of kind essences.

You, the actress of midnight dreams and you, an epitome of all things beautiful.

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Dear God, the waiting is almost over. As I bask in sweet halvah nirvana, forgive the souls that bleed, bless thy souls good deed.

Euphonious

Hello there. The universe is hymning its galore. Ardent ardour in the capricious soul, of yours truly. Frolicking in the vacuum empire, paradiso of myth. Background of eerily morgue. Wondering wanderer, whispering in the occipital lobe of heavenly nightingale.

Pandemonium vis a vis ejective. Haunting dispossession of supremacy. Scarcity of trust. Entwined with miracles of God given. As I ponder about the sight of blatant yore, quietus of phantasmal chronicle zigzagging, dancing merrily. Belligerati this piece is not. Only, tomorrow, would leads the way.

Dextrous nihilist. A light shining through. Pompous screening white layer. Flickers of ever ever sincerity. I fathomed that dream is a weaving hope, corrugated from warren of permute darkness valley.

And you are the enchanting star of my cosmos.

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Last night my beloved mum came to the office, accompanied by her home cooked meal. As I hold her wrinkled hands to bid good bye, this spectre on yesteryear grabbed my frivolous mind. Rendering my heart, exhausting my soul.

Even though its nothing of much, the was the best dinner ever. Of course when you are a dark hell hungry bunny, even a sprocket would happily fit your stomach. Something I’m used with. A dim light glowing, with a breezy breeze caressing the dark, I sat in silence.

Thank you mama, for the world so sweet. Thank you mama, for the food, I eat.

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Kirana is the name of my future adopted daughter. Pebble eyes, perfect dimple, glowing skin, heavenly beautiful. Live will treat you good, that’s my pledge to you sunshine. Even it means I have to drain my blood, to make you the divine princess, castle in the sky. As I was strolling over with her tucked behind my back, I came across many unknown strangers, with the standard ooooh and aaaaah. Babies, they are said to toil magic.

“Where is the mum?” asked them. Silent prayers. Palpitating pupils. It poured like the flecked rainbow after storms and freezing drizzles.

Look into my eyes and listen to my adore.

She, is in my heart.

Astro

Superfluous are in galore, aplenty, myriads in heaven of deceits. Life would never be identical. Every single breath is sooooooo full of disdain. Yesterday there was a kid in the corner. Yesterday it was all, all over.

When its time to pamper in silence, perhaps a shredded memories is a all I have. Dappled after dappled of chanting misery sans bright and breezy testament lurking in the corner of figment soul. Illuminating on the milky way. Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but the journey will be full of pain, vice versa.

Or perhaps its only a trolling phantasm?

Time to recoup my soul, I reckoned. We’ll see where it goes. For a while. Or forever.

Tata.

Cantillate Lullaby

The scent of wintry on Hari Raya eve was et all, fun. Entreating jovial notion of all beloved soul. Vibrant. Poignant. Sallow. Hollow. Fathomable for fervour fabrication. Pulsation of booming voices were ubiquitously propounded. Sporadic, like the blistering warmth of my lonely desert. Is human gluttony equals to empathy?

Indolent vista. Effervescence inertia. It was not of a celebration nor a coruscate.

And even if it’s not of our dreams, you have always believed in me.*

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Sprinkling stars were concealing its gallantry, wedged in pompous niftily, dextrously condensed, elapsing testament moment. Baroness of feral dream. Intermittent. Blustery. Temperance. Billows of lunacy had its own time. Agilely swirling, gyrating unto it’s own pinnacle.

Our lines entwined like no tomorrow. Perpetual. Corollary meandering in my deity labyrinth. Coagulated with sweetness of memories. Mystifying the mystical. Dreams are the only thing that keeps me going.

I know my world is so cold and flat, and you deserve more than that.*

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