A beautiful harmony of pleasure and pain,
Blinding visions of shearing spells
Touching an emotion which does not exist
Like a tempting mirage of a world after death.
I look at myself in the vanishing throes of doubts and despair,
Desperately clutching the last remains of painful sanity,
Swimming in the floating pools of ecstasy,
Forgiveness does not come easy baby,
Its flows bitterly like a dream stuck in the channels of your brain.
Dont look into my eyes , darling,
Coz you will find nothing there,
Its a waste of time trying to break into my barriers,
Coz those borders are not even there.
Swollen rivers of thirsting gallows
Looking at the end of a hope which blossomed
Illusions are pricey sweetheart, too fragile to be held
Like a mist of whispering minims.
by Karishma Gomes (My Friend)
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