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|
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 ...
Who? ? ? ? ?
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…
Damp, wet and soft she holds his hands as they merge..
He in turn melts in the pleasure of the time..
All is in awe of the union of the surge..
The fields awaken in these moments of flame…