The Black Shades Of Grey Love.....

Have you ever felt that one drop of blood rushing through your veins, eager to spill out of the wound of agony, quenching on to your skin as it dries, leaving behind a painful structure like that of a broken heart. My wound is no dfferent from that, though it is symbolic in nature with respect to its sour outbursts of emotions with each other. Its like my mind is providng for a family of debauchery the retains sadistic pleasures in my state of misery.

The times have become dark, shades of grey are seeming black and with every second the clock ticks. My heart's beating faster, pulse is racing, breath is lost, vision is blurred. A hundred wrinkles on my palm turn to a thousand and I see my hand gone through the window, shattering every hope of kinds, belief of the minds but endless sorrow and frustration, raging through my pulsating chest, but no physical pain is felt. The eyes are dry even as my hand lays unmoved among the shattered pieces, which once I put together  to create the perfect dream for me and you. The morning once blushed everytime you said “Good Morning”, and now the days start at dusk until the dawn breaks a pale yellow shadow over the nights of atheistic condolences, blames on destiny and curses of luck.No more madness is left in me to enjoy your divine touch I felt on my soul every now and then.

Standing on this road all I see are my feet, with no relevance to the next few steps I shall take. Without leaving behind footsteps, I shall keep walking, no matter what the result, I will deal with it, face first. I will call out to my protector, look him in the eye and not ask why, but tell him, that Im ready now for his battle of sorts, I will fight till the last breath in my soul survives. Every wound I procure shall be a testimony of my love for you, whether seen or not, shall leave no marks on the body, but will quench the life out of every beating heart when they’l l hear the cries of the soul, like that of a hell beaten mistress, crawling her way to be able to sit upright when lashes are thrown at her back to back, so untamed and passionate is the will of her love, like ours, still crawling to sit upright and sip the fountain of youth, splashing eternity at our feet,  we shall be....