Catharsis

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Her dance continued....

while I watched the marbled floor turn red
"hope" is a sweet poison!
I waited like a frog in boiling water..
to come to terms with the rising temperature

The blows kept getting harsher
Her weapons of choice getting deadlier
Every wound was gushing red
The paintings watched...
as she threatened to exsanguinate me

The dying self respect...
heaved its last cry
Like a dying man's last breath
unable to say its last goodbye..
twitches every muscle for an ounce of strength

I dashed out the door
with no where to go
She had been my caretaker
That room had been my tomb
Outside...I was deserted
An island uninhabited inspite of all its beauty..

And so the fire burned...
with heaving jungles and roaring rivers
The flames kissed my wounds
I knew they would destroy a part of me
But they will also cauterize...

I returned one last time..
Not to watch her dance
she was gone
But only to burn those paintings
and the silken curtains
with their horrified glances

As each painting burnt..
I heard its cry in crackling fire
I felt its pain in its greenish-blue despair
And then its peace as it turned to ash...

Bit by bit....each memory came
and submitted itself to the flames
Each sleepless night gathered around
and was offered its purgation.
I left the smoldering ruins
meandering through the rivers...escaping to  the ocean...
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Angel of Death

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Dressed in seductive white
Her enigma ripping through me
Like the most obvious truth,
A truth I find hard to agree to.
Denying all logic and reason.

The most beautiful and yet
The most terrifying mistress.
Her embrace...inescapable,
Her love...irresistible,
Her plan...flawless.

Embraced by some,
Celebrated by few and
Feared by others...
She is the only certainty
The only truth to rely on..

She silently waits for me
Loving me for my ignorance
Admiring me for my courage
Hanging on like a spider to her bait
She would take me away..

Her persistence always pays
My defenses would eventually fall for her
Entering her is like....a peaceful sleep
Like the world is beautiful again
Only it doesn’t really matter anymore

She opens the doors to eternity
Promising me my freedom
Untying the weight dragging me down
the weight of life and relations
Freeing me even from herself...

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☺•☺•☺•☺

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You've been around since years
but i never knew you...
Today I brought a paper to you
and there you are...
split into these beautiful words

I'm overwhelmed with these ______
struggling to keep them in..
Failing myself with every effort
I'm like an adamant kid.

I've always been so intense but
its frustrating coz i fail to understand it.
Your presence a sweet drug to me,
this simplicity intoxicates me...

You turn my abilities to rust...
Never ever have i lost such self-control
You support me at my WORST
and claim me at my BEST...

My strength is caving in
my fortress falling to dust
and i rejoice like a madman
for this "nakedness" you've brought me to....

You've hacked me in two
One reaching out to you and
the other pulling it back...
I wish I could save you from...
from this beast inside of me..
I wish I could render it harmless..
I wish I could _______
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The untouched WHORE

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I am despised by all
and yet they all come looking for me
they yearn for my presence
and I know exactly what they seek for...

I am their guide,
their friend,
their enemy and their mentor
all at once...

Their 'lust' is my playground
their misfortunes.....my allies.
Their vulnerability is my weapon
and that 'experience'.....their prize.

I am the wise one
and yet the one sold like a commodity.
My knowledge gained from vile ways
of no avail to the world
My body served to their aphrodisiac hunger.

Libidos served, and bodies exhausted...
they all leave me 'untouched'.
Every man reveals his darkness
and then comes back to me like an addict...

Their violence is all i deserve
my bruises and wounds unscathed by LOVE
Their wild beings, projected on me
I still am the "untouched" whore....
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rememberance...

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My passion was reciprocated in her.

This bond makes me whole within this incompleteness.

The craving has always been there...

like smoking the grass...this marijuana in my blood.

The desperation slowly taking over me...

My days....incomplete without our long talks.

But do we talk much..??

Perhaps it would never be enuff..

It has never been..!!

Desires insatiable, needs gaping...

and a handful of togetherness.

Soon, time would become a thrifty miser.

Do the ANGELS guide us??

Or has the DEVIL done its deed??

But wherever it heads us....its a one way street..!!

This distant reality....

naked in our faces..!

This love,

this desperation,

and the wholesome INCOMPLETENESS....

has taken over the ages.

The fights and tears..

the crazy times.

Senseless chit-chats..stupid arguments.

Now it bothers me as the time runs scarce.

Our parallel paths...

may keep us together.

or else the worst is anticipated..!!

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