valsala shan Poems
|1.||I Shall Awake No More....||3/18/2009|
|2.||Eyes Of Passion||3/18/2009|
|6.||Who? ? ? ? ?||3/19/2009|
|7.||A Temple Like None Other….||3/21/2009|
|10.||My Dark Lord …||3/26/2009|
|16.||My Genius Is Gone….||4/27/2009|
|17.||Highway Of No Return||5/15/2009|
|18.||Flutters The Butterfly....||6/24/2009|
|23.||For The Love Of Harley||4/5/2010|
|26.||In The Still Of The Night||3/19/2009|
|28.||Been A While...||4/4/2010|
Comments about 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?
No such thing as real love ….only a reflection of ego’s tower…
No such thing as true love….only a charade that smothers..
Where do I find real love, when all I can see is pain in his eyes..
No true love is he… for he lies through his soul…
Where do I find true love….when all I can feel are his ...
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?
She, a fragment of my perception that she is not…
She, the image that is present for now but disappears as I peer into her…
She, the spirit of my essence, in the glass she is caught…
She, the depth of my truth, she, the self-imposed lover…