Shards of my Soul~ by Sulekha Rawat
Torn screams are like amorous,
vibrations of agony and desire,
Bodies are alive but,
mind is overcome by the heated,
paroxysm of devastation.
We crave parallel movement,
But are heartbroken by,
sensations and feelings.
We are fascinated by power but,
Sometimes it weakens us.
©Sulekha Rawat 2012