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*A MONOLOGUE FROM ABHAY'S POINT OF VIEW DEPICTING HIS FEELINGS UPON PIYA'S ARRIVAL IN HIS LIFE..FROM THE 21ST OCTOBER 2010TO THE END OF NOVEMBER,2010*
My release of light , sunshine and love for the past two hundred shattered waves and tides of time splitting the sediments of obscurity, has made me realise that there can be only a point upto which you break down in tears -- those very tears which uprise upon the pale as death slate of skin as thin , delicate streams of scarlet ripe blood..*chuckles*..even my anguish does not pay my heed..it flows in its own tune..a tune of gore. a tune of bloodshed. the tune of a beautiful godess whose made me one of her facets , fondly known as Darkness...
I did not choose this existence..I did not wish to surround my self within thick , thorned walls decorated in black vines surmounted with an atmosphere of an illusion...an illusion of a young , naive princess midst my mortal , bronze skinned limbs...As the dawn of death chose me to be its slave...I realised that a promise of the dusk can only have its numb , dead , raw heart in the shape of savage , streched limbs of thorns craving for the alms of the Sun...but never having the right to bask upon the golden Godess's reflection...yesterday were the hills of necrosis..today is the sea of blood.The instant minute I think I know who I am..a streak of the Sun's alms inevitably knocks the door of my dead heart...a streak of nimble innocence which i tasted 200 years ago...a nimble streak of colour.of life.a spectrum named Piya...and then the raft upon the seas of death take me back to the very beginning..the island of displacement..She has made me lost of who I thought I am...and I can't understand..why is my dead heart so shattered into fragments in rejecting her innocent gift of love...her gift is an hour glass of love running out faster than time..her ardency gone wrong..her tunes of adoration embarking a poignant musical tale of a Love gone completely drowned and wrong...where a lifeless node of words keep carrying on..all I know that her arrival has already marked the end's beginning..All these sand granules of time feel as if spent in vain..wasted years...wasted gains of monstrous glory..and yet..Her innocence makes hope remain..but she is oblivious that the war of eclipse midst the silver foliage of woods is not over..her light is bringing me home to her heart , while she does not know that her love is passing the graves of the unknown..she is trying to find answers of questions and mysteries we used to call home...yet , she does not know she is embedded , entwined with the shattered one , the silence of her sound in my life will show her that somehow , hope dies...and yet , I am falling into her sunlight..swipping her into the swarms of darkness and damnation in return.
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