Remember how I couldn’t wait for you to come home and spent all day smelling the scent of you on the sheets?
What did I know about the lust then?
Now that I’ve learned it can be a hunger, a devouring of flesh!
I lie down naked, as if in a grave thinking of you closing my eyes and visualize your home coming!
Your hair hung down to your waist and scent of lilacs!
I think of your silence, when I touched you for the first time, your not saying yes or no?!
And when I called out to you in the darkness, how you have never answered back!?
I lay down thinking, was I transformed to a “Dark O” to a point of a no return and forgot the roots where I started from?
All the niceties of life have become a myth and lost myself in deep dungeons?!
Curling myself into deep shadows of horrible silences with a cruel sigh!
In every sin and every greed where I tried to creep in with wicked fire and dark desire!
There was no flame to burn me down or light up my soul as it was like no hope, no goal with an endless hunger and unquenched thirst!
When I reached a point of no return, and tired of hypocritical faces around- I walked in to the grave to bury myself within the bunker where no ray of hope light me up again!
In those depths of hellish pain,where I was buried six feet under …
A little one comes along to break my chain.
With eyes that gleam like moonlit skies,
She sees beyond my dark disguise.
Her voice though with an ounce of melancholy, but daunting and haunting with world full of hope!
She weaves her spells with threads of light
To pierce through the endless nights of agony!
Her hands reach out to touch my face, so wrinkled with ever dark memories of scars!
To pull a soul that trapped in gloom
She whispers promises of bloom.
Yet not with mercy, not with love, not with pity, not with kindness - but with an utmost gut to break all the shackles of endless turmoil of bitterness that engulfed humans into mere puppets of egos!
When I grabbed her hand like an iron fist and take her back to my grave together —-
She SHHHHHH hushed me - whispering it’s okay , it’s ok!
How I cannot wait for her to come to grace my deviant shadows and to call me HOME.
A heart once cold now burns in fire with no ire , bound to her magical spell without any despair.
Together we walk, a twisted pair
The Dark O and An Angel!
A balance struck in dark and light
Two fallen souls in endless fight of embrace!
~Ekalustya
03DEC2024
[ Note: Without any rhyme or rhythm I just pour, as I am not a poet. Will edit when it seems fit or when I think of something ]
What did I know about the lust then?
Now that I’ve learned it can be a hunger, a devouring of flesh!
I lie down naked, as if in a grave thinking of you closing my eyes and visualize your home coming!
Your hair hung down to your waist and scent of lilacs!
I think of your silence, when I touched you for the first time, your not saying yes or no?!
And when I called out to you in the darkness, how you have never answered back!?
I lay down thinking, was I transformed to a “Dark O” to a point of a no return and forgot the roots where I started from?
All the niceties of life have become a myth and lost myself in deep dungeons?!
Curling myself into deep shadows of horrible silences with a cruel sigh!
In every sin and every greed where I tried to creep in with wicked fire and dark desire!
There was no flame to burn me down or light up my soul as it was like no hope, no goal with an endless hunger and unquenched thirst!
When I reached a point of no return, and tired of hypocritical faces around- I walked in to the grave to bury myself within the bunker where no ray of hope light me up again!
In those depths of hellish pain,where I was buried six feet under …
A little one comes along to break my chain.
With eyes that gleam like moonlit skies,
She sees beyond my dark disguise.
Her voice though with an ounce of melancholy, but daunting and haunting with world full of hope!
She weaves her spells with threads of light
To pierce through the endless nights of agony!
Her hands reach out to touch my face, so wrinkled with ever dark memories of scars!
To pull a soul that trapped in gloom
She whispers promises of bloom.
Yet not with mercy, not with love, not with pity, not with kindness - but with an utmost gut to break all the shackles of endless turmoil of bitterness that engulfed humans into mere puppets of egos!
When I grabbed her hand like an iron fist and take her back to my grave together —-
She SHHHHHH hushed me - whispering it’s okay , it’s ok!
How I cannot wait for her to come to grace my deviant shadows and to call me HOME.
A heart once cold now burns in fire with no ire , bound to her magical spell without any despair.
Together we walk, a twisted pair
The Dark O and An Angel!
A balance struck in dark and light
Two fallen souls in endless fight of embrace!
~Ekalustya
03DEC2024
[ Note: Without any rhyme or rhythm I just pour, as I am not a poet. Will edit when it seems fit or when I think of something ]
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