valsala shan Poems

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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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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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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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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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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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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Engines roaring with sheer might….
Throttles engaging the heart…..
Clutches defining the motion……..
Cheers raised to the commotion…
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Dolls, lovely dolls..all dolled up for her…
Bright, sweet and curly hair for her…
Gay abandon as Barbie becomes her…
Joy laughs at sweet promises made for her…
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On the road….drifting between cities and corners..
On the path…cruising between forests and rivers..
On the alley…shifting between take- outs and stake-outs…
On the prowl…looking to nail a buyout…
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