valsala shan Poems

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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