#darling_ec

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  • unspokenpen1927 2d

    He is the minutiae May flower
    That blooms on the rusty crust
    Of my canorous and canopy chest
    And monochromatic sheeny spine
    His sacrosanct skin is painted
    With the margins of coffee beans
    And my Essence met him on
    The vintage streets of homochromatic
    spring and those bifurcate were
    showering syringa and buttercups
    On us when our souls had the
    Conversation for the first time

    Moon light is draped in his feets
    sunrays is running in his veins
    Today stars have turned into
    The street lights and welkin
    Is the crimson carpet,on this
    Special day

    His heart is poetical
    His throbs are metaphorical
    And i am the sonneteer who
    Scribbles sonnets on our
    incomplete love story but
    I hold the romantic poetry
    synopsis betwixt the cleavage
    Of my lips

    He is the sillage summer
    Where i melt my silhouette
    In his aching dark shadow
    Near the beach where the
    Twilight horizon embrace
    The blue sea and grey sand

    He is the cold sunrays that
    Falls upon the daffodils which
    Is growing in my backyard and
    Its petals are sutured with the
    Hope and love

    He is the dusk which is decorated
    With the holy stars and he embraces
    All the darkness of my May pink skies
    And he narrates our love story on
    The skin of nyctophilia and metaphors
    On the moonlight and his poetries
    Turns my heart into velvet colored flower

    His name is the holy prayer which
    rests betwixt my cheery
    Colored cupids and when he
    Embraces my brinks with his
    I start to sing the symphony of
    L o v e, h o p e and f o r e v e r



    PS-happy birthday love its been ages that you have departed but you will still remain special!


    #fly #wod #darling_ec
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    And darling,
    I will gift you my tender
    Wings upon which wallflower
    And sunflower are being sutured
    So that i can see you flying
    High in the city of May skies!

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 5d

    #letter(idk)#darling_ec
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    SHEENY LETTER

    From,
    The aching night,

    And today the snowy moon opened the
    Famous letter from the casket of the
    Clouds written by his romantic nocturnal
    on the kaleidoscopic sheet and horizon
    line & she used the stars as her metaphors,cosmic eclipse as it's title,
    venus as its poem's Villanelle & when the moon's heart Starts to ache and twinge
    with the melancholy that crimson letter start to
    bleed the ballads,Sonnets and Elegy's of forever.

    To the,
    Healing moon


    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 1w

    #storm #darling_ec
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    M(US)IC

    And darling,
    The kaleidoscopic anklets
    and the bangles of betrayal
    which you had gifted me,now
    It plays the song of storm
    When the tranquility starts
    To melt on my sinful
    s i l h o u e t t e.

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 1w

    #poet #darling_ec
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    POET

    She is an intoxicated poet,
    Who gulps the melancholic
    metaphors,wilting spring
    and sonnetic summer

    She is an intoxicated poet,
    Made up of cosmic stardust,
    Crushed stars and the crippled
    Pink skies

    She is an intoxicated poet,
    Who paints her broken
    heart with the blue hues
    And aching acrostic

    And darling
    She is an intoxicated poet
    Cursed by the l o v e &
    Embraced by the v e r s e s.

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 2w

    Sometimes you feel like,dying betwixt the
    Crimson consonance cerulean that lover
    Had painted for you by amalgamating
    the colors of dazzling dusk and divine
    Dawn and kaleidoscope confetti would be
    Showered on my sinful soul,repenting
    body, broken bones & dried blood would
    despair in his essence

    Sometimes you feel like,dying betwixt
    Those syllabic sonnets and broken poetic
    pages,which was scribbled by the him
    And his every prose which was published in
    The spring made the jasmine
    reincarnation

    //when my brown eyes
    stared at him for the first time and
    I had stopped inhaling in my full stops
    I started to exahle in between the space
    of his sonnets,inextricable is our relationship
    and its difficult to stay without
    thinking bout'Him//

    Sometimes you feel like,dying betwixt
    The no moon crepuscule and he was
    drawing my cupids on the blue azure
    so let my lips be the proxy tonight which
    is gleaming with the romantic crescent Cinquain
    And i shed the tears of cosmic
    Milkyway and constellations for him
    And in my voids i made him reappear

    Sometimes you feel like,dying betwixt
    Those faded leaves and withering champa's
    & daffodils Which is kept in my diary on
    the page number 14,his proposal
    Words still whispers in my
    Mind will you be mine?
    And bleeding moon is filling
    The color on the withering
    Rose,and in that fiery flower
    I found us breathing together

    Sometimes you feel like,dying betwixt
    On his fragile delicate lap and let him
    Kiss me with the life that
    I am craving to spend with him,

    My deceased heart Will pump
    The promises of forever,

    My frozen lips want to
    Hold his intimating warm symphony,

    My chocking throat want to
    Utter i love you for the last time,

    I would like to portray my silhouette
    From the shade of his skin,i want to sigh
    In his aromatic lungs and this is how i
    made you reappear and i died before
    My death?did you got the Scuttlebutt
    Of my premature death

    #sometimes #darling_ec
    14 here refers to valentines day
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    Euthanasia

    And darling,
    Sometimes you feel like
    Visiting my Grey graveyard
    Then you will find that,my
    Ashes are blooming into
    The blood stained roses
    and aching liliac on my
    premature death.

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 2w

    #elfchen #darling_ec
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    3am
    World is
    comatosed but i
    Am cognizant in his
    silhouette

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 2w

    #elfchen #darling_ec
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    Heart
    strings are
    getting entangled,It's
    prelude i am In
    l o v e

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 2w

    Things you said at 3am,
    By listening to that,my city
    Selina had stopped smoldering
    and now nocturnal embraces the
    skeleton rather than its cosmic
    Body and selenophile soul,stars
    Were smashed by his bitter sentences
    And persuaded them to be the stardust
    Which is now poured upon the scars
    Of kaleidoscope & nebula cloud

    Things you said at 3am,
    By listening to that the sanguine
    Spring in my city has stopped
    To arrive every year and floweret
    Don't cuddle anymore on the
    Cleavage of brown branchlet &
    Ramus and leaves are swaying
    To play the melancholic lullaby

    Things you said at 3am,
    By listening to that my streets
    Are dead and the shimmering
    City got paralysed,he left from
    Here long back but i couldn't stop
    Myself from waiting for his arrival
    By standing at the last consonance
    Corner,ultimately he left but i
    Couldn't leave him

    Things you said at 3am,
    By listening to that my hands
    Were expecting to hold the poisonous
    Glass of wine but when i started to
    Lick my lips i found his pecks which
    Has burnt my brinks

    //And now i am left as the incomplete
    silhouette of his infamous poetry//

    #city #darling_ec
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    Cursed C(i)ty

    And darling,
    my city lungs are inveigled
    And cursed to be asthmatic
    & the sinking tangerine
    sunrise of my citadel Releases
    the smoke of your betrayals
    & duplicity.

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 2w

    Romant(i)c Bookmark

    And darling,
    My caress which are blooming
    like the winter's erubescent
    pale pink sakura on the line
    of scrimmage of your brinks
    are the bookmarks of my
    E s s e n c e.

    From a romantic poet|| ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 3w

    #grateful #darling_ec #fromromanticpoet
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    And now i inhale in his
    aromatic lungs and i am
    grateful that he had planted
    L o v e and h o p e metaphors
    On the April's aesthetic morning

    From a romantic poet || ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 4w

    #pain #wod #darling_ec
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    PA(I)N

    Liquid blue pain is running
    In my betrayed veins then
    How do i pump,L o v e
    H o p e and p o e t r i e s.

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 4w

    #different #darling_ec
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    Taste buds are licking my
    salty sorrows which were
    burning in the autumn nights

    No one is around streets are sleeping
    Leaves are rustling and swaying
    in the arms of warm breeze

    My silence screamed so high that
    it reached till the ears of selene

    My body is a cursed
    Hiraeth who cann't
    nestle his soul in it

    but he is like the romantic
    spring which blooms on my
    unhealed scars and allows
    Them to bleed the poetries
    like the flowers withering
    in the amber autumn

    And my death was
    different from others
    Coz' i was found dead
    in the layrnx of the
    winter and buried
    underneath the
    melancholic clouds.

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 5w

    I dont want to move on
    Coz'his pecks are
    Still sketched
    On the sheeny lines of
    My anterior forehead and
    It would Never
    expunge even if i get furrow
    crinkled corium and
    Damaged cuticle and
    I found his cherry kisses
    are still dwelling on my
    f o r e h e a d

    I don't want to move on
    When my heart was
    Busy in dying he
    Touched its edges and
    Made lively,
    Detangled the cords of
    My heart strings to
    Play the consonance
    Of caress and cascading
    Cuddles and i found my
    Veins are Etched by the
    Essence of his
    B e t r a y a l

    I don't want to move on
    Coz' i still suture poetries for
    Him by engraving them in
    My voids and i undress all
    My secrets to the moon,
    Stars and sky and i found
    my lips are painted with his
    falsity Word
    i l o v e y o u

    #found (not exactly)#wod #darling_ec #darling_instapost
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    And darling,
    I lost you forever
    In the shedding spring
    And blooming autumn
    But i still found your
    Reflection in me.

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 5w

    #jewellery (may be) #darling_ec
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    My jewellery has a story to tell

    When breeze tangled my tresses
    In the symphonic romantic nights
    he detangled them and
    Braided into a bun he bought
    The brooch of ballads and
    embellished my black tresses

    When the ocean kissed my
    Pink naked feets and sand
    Cuddled betwixt the fingers
    He bought the anklets that
    Has the consonance
    sonata of his heart throbs

    He bought me the Bracelet
    which was made up of
    Celestials and when he held
    My cold hand and walks
    With me on the dark streets
    It shines to show us the directions

    He bought me the nose ring
    Which blooms like the silver
    Flower on my Brown skin

    He bought me the bangles
    Which was made up of stardust
    And he announced to the world
    That i belong to him

    He bought me the engagement
    Ring which was made up of poetic
    metaphors And placed it in
    My ring finger of the
    The left hand so that his love
    Vibrations can reach till
    My heart

    He bought me the jhumkas
    Which was made up of galaxy
    And placed his lips behind
    My ears to tattoo the pecks

    He bought me the choker
    And tied it with the knots of
    silver moonlight and called
    Me as his better half.

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 5w

    #night #darling_ec
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    NIGHT

    And Darling,
    Night has the pocket
    Full of Candescent
    Celestials and every
    Star is reciting the
    Tale of incomplete
    Love story in the
    Ears of selenophile

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 6w

    #reappear (idk) #darling_ec
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    (Re)appear

    I knew that you were
    Never mine and i was
    Writing a phantasmagoria
    Of us being together
    On the pages of tragedy
    And catastrophe
    But in my metaphorical
    Vintage verses,
    "I made you reappear"

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 7w

    #epistrophe
    #darling_ec
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    I write poetries
    For you
    I fill the pages
    With my aromatic ink
    For you
    I am finding it difficult
    To compose best song
    For you
    I am watering my soul
    To bloom liliac and roses
    For you
    My heart beats sonnets
    And Villanelle 
    For you
    I will Suture my breathes
    With romantic
    Ekphrastic & Ghazal
    For you
    And darling
    Till i go to the
    Death bed I want
    Be the poetess
    For you.

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 8w

    #flowerhaiku #darling_ec
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    22/03/2022

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    Flower haiku

    Hibiscus has red
    petals Like my heart and she
    withers with sadness

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 8w

    #was (idk) #pod #darling_ec
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    I was but what I don't
    Remember is when was
    The last time we had
    celebrated our anniversary,
    My eyes are yearning
    To grasp his gaze and
    Paint his picture in
    My orbs and when the
    Tears form queue in
    His eyes i would wipe them
    with my Brown eyelashes
    and kiss his impudent
    cheeks with eyelids

    I was but what's the point
    If i dont adorn the room
    By lighting up the Jasmine
    And lilies fragranced
    Flambeau to erase the
    Voids of darkness which
    Was growing midst us and
    I will Laid the carpet too
    made up of magenta azure

    I was but what's the point
    If i dont hung the monochrome
    constellations on the gulmohar
    Tree and etch my poetries
    On those scarlet leaves & wind
    Will Whispered in my ears
    That let me Pluck and Give
    those leaves to your love or
    you want me to play the
    symphonic music of
    Your poetries

    //I was wearing the skirt
    Of syllables it has the
    Dandelions patches upon it,
    Earrings are made up of verses
    And the lipstick of the crimson
    Rose petals & shoes of
    Cadium clouds and braided
    My hair with the strap of
    Elliptical galaxy//

    I was but whats the point of
    my heart doesn't turn into the
    Petal of hibiscus his love has to
    radiated my Grey soul like the
    romantic moon
    That shines in the raven nocturnal
    Then he would collided his
    lips on my forehead Lines and
    pronounced that i would belong to
    Him on the pages of kismet

    I was but what's the point if
    He is not walking towards me
    & airing has to surround
    Us my heart should pump till
    My throat and i want to go
    Speechless where words get tied
    Into the knots which would
    Be placed On the tip of my
    tongue

    ~H a p p y a n n( i) v e r s a r y~
    my L o v e when i will utter this
    gazillions Of fireflies
    Will get the freedom
    From the cage of hatred

    //Our relationship will be
    built On the foundation of
    Trust and faith &
    His arms would be my perfect
    Abode to protect me from
    Being vagrant//

    I was but what i don't want
    Is to lose my existence
    we might have two frames
    With the solitary soul

    //And darling
    Your love is shrine
    Where i visit everyday
    By holding my holy heart//

    ©unspokenpen1927

  • unspokenpen1927 10w

    #lifecycle(idk) #wod #pod #darling_ec(45)
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    Life cycle

    //I took birth from the
    Womb of caring welkin
    When I will die
    My soul would be drawn
    In the form of star
    my bones would decay
    To take rebirth and
    Lifecycle is the series of
    Spontaneous moments
    And which are unpredictable//

    Important role i have
    To play in my life and
    I know the phases of lifecycle 
    From failure to sucess
    From dark streets to lighting
    Up the roads
    From fall to rise
    From bleeding of poetries
    To scribbling them
    On the pages
    From loving to read
    Poetries to becoming
    The romantic poetess
    From sorry to forgiving
    From blooming to
    withering heart
    From growing black hair
    To grey hair falling on the
    Fragile ground
    From growing spring
    On the margins of skin
    To melting of autumn on
    My wrinkled skin
    From rushing of blood
    To lumped blood flowing
    In the veins
    From gulping of
    Saudade to
    Chewing the celestial
    Of betrayal
    The journey of
    Being friends to
    Enemies
    From arrival of
    Memories to their
    Departure
    From taking wrong
    Decisions to right decisions
    From walking on own to
    Holding the sticks to walk
    And from sleeping
    To never waking up
    Stopping of breathe
    And i will be buried
    In the flames for the
    r e i n c a r n a t i o n
    Of my soul from the
    Sprinkling ashes.

    ©unspokenpen1927