Twisted..... Poem by valsala shan

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....
No turning back from this journey beyond return....

Grey, is the path to immortality riddled with needles of the conscience..
Desolate is the road to discovery of the heart
Standing alone, pleading with the wilderness of the unknown....
I say no to this conscience.......this conscience
That beguiles me with its infinite cosmos of the part
The fathomless expanse of this soul which seeks to know the unknown


I am one and none all at once....