valsala shan

No such thing as real love…only lust and possession of power…
No such thing as true love…only control and dominion over others..
How do I feel real love if all that I feel is shame, guilt and fear?
How do I get real love if all that I feel is what he feels as well?
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Shadows…. merging, shifting, slipping….
Slinking behind and swirling above this entity…
Sounds evade you as you become one with the chosen one…
A strangle-hold you loose upon your chosen one …
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Dark, brooding thoughts penetrate this numb hollow…
Piercing shots of ivory slicing through this ebony…
Rippling in echoes, shrouded in columns of grey billows…
Screaming in ecstasy, writhing in nameless harmony…
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hurts like an arrow …piercing the soul
hurts like a crushed rose…petals withering…
hurts like a glass piece slicing the veins..
hurts like crumpled papers thrown into a hole…
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Been a while….
Been a while since I last wrote….
Been a while since I last thought….
Been a while since I played with the words…
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Timeless beauty that rides the waves of frolic….
Blues wonder beyond the yonder….
Splashes of white caressing the grainy sands…
Tiny beads of liquid making felt its grandeur…
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Darkness swiftly descends upon these wandering musings..
The night is thick with the anticipation of the unknown…
Thoughts swirling in motion, taking flight in dancing..
Thoughts, the parody of desires ungrown…
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Blades of nature, splicing through the flesh..
As warmth rolls in the spleandour of the light..
Fresh, green whiffs of heat mixed with ardour in a splash..
Smiles reaching out to take fancy in flight…
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Enraptured in silence is the swaying of the leaves..
Bowed in humility to the wonder of the breeze..
Sounds of whispers that caress and heave…
Essence of life …she blows unto thy hallowed maze
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Sweet liquid splashing across these fingers…
Cool, memories of yesteryears flow….
Mesmerizing the thoughts to be still as snow ……
Lest the present is here and now….
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Eyes beguiling beneath the tiny face of despair…
She roams the streets of the city fair….
To scratch for little strips of food in the alleys of gloom and filth..
In dark lanes of depravity masked in the depression of wealth…..
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Softly the whispers of the night caress the flesh of my flesh..
Fingers of the dark one play their concerto on this melodious harp…
Stringing the echoes of the memories hidden in the depths of that flash…
Breaths merging as a sonnet intimately meshed in quivers sharp…
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I shall awake no more.....
The time for my existance has lapsed.....
I hear, see, and feel not his presence near my shore....
He has removed my soul from his stage collapsed...
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Passion, the forbidden fruit of love....
masked by layers of deception....
shrouded in the mystery of the eyes...
eyes that tell no lies as the tongue speak those lies..
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In darkness this soul searches for light....
In the still heaviness of the black, foreboding whirlpool of thoughts...
It searches for beams of hope that flicker through with little might...
Darkness that invades this existence...
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Twisted, mangled, crushed are these thoughts of despair,
Lovely are the thoughts that feed this desolation beyond repair,
What aids these mindless forays into the solitude of no returrn...
No visions of bright lights at the end of this lonely road....
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She, the one and only she who is there..
She, the stranger who stares back at me from there
She, the woman who is here and yet not there…
Who is she that I see over there, yonder beyond the reflection that stares straight at me?
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Feel those eyes….watching, consuming….
Feel that breath ….whispering, caressing ….
Feel those lips….…..pressing, lingering...
Feel that touch…touching, stroking.….
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Slumbers he in total oblivion in the corner of progress…
Clothes, tattered, torn and worn out…
Hanging on to the thin frame of his mess…
Weary and barely there, playing his time out…
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Tears of blood flowing through these eyes..
Fears of pain coursing through these veins…
Shards of icicles piercing like lies….
Pin-pricks of needles stinging in vain….
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