Tuesday, 21 October 2008

Give n Take

The peak of lust
Smoked a hue of ashen dust.
As he drank in,
From her soul,
He gave not, but merely took.
And in the aftermath,
She took away
The weak shreds that bound him.
And he clamored
Defenseless.

And the dust rose,
In the silken silence,
Once again.
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4 comments:

  1. Usha Pisharody21 October 2008 at 17:48

    Totally surreal, is the balance you express here... where the one who loses actually wins!

    Bravo!

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  2. Sashu...21 October 2008 at 17:54

    thanks so much :)

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  3. Prabhu Dutta Das23 October 2008 at 13:22

    The dust rose?
    An evening of split wine?

    As I see both stand to loose!

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  4. Sashu...23 October 2008 at 13:37

    thanks for the read :)

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