Friday, September 8, 2006


Touched again with not so subtle intentions,
With my shadows once again tread upon,
I walk with shaking steps into my tomorrow,
I would have shuddered but I am too stiff...
Subdued till my imagination, I still breathe,
Once again they weave fear into my skin.
With blades that were made to tear flesh -
They tear into my soul and I am consumed.
Nothing is left to assumption, nothing at all,
Every bit of my story comes bare to me,
In gruesome details of stained glass shards,
Torn satin dresses and a bleeding life-form...
They are reckless with not just my body,
I am expended. Barely alive, I am mitigated.

- Anubhav

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