Tuesday, 2 August 2011
The monster of desires
Let the flashback start,
When they were both friends
And then love got together both the ends
He loved her a lot,
But the same she never thought
As the distance disappeared,
They both came near
He never understood what it was, until to himself he asked, “what happens to me when I see her? Why this fire, why this desire?
Why I want to fondle her, swoop her in my arms, kiss her and always lie next to her.”
He named it passion, he named it love.
But for her this was not love.
When one day under the blanket of stars they met, with the burning desire in him his eyes turned red.
He held her tight, she pushed him away and ran with tears in his eyes.
As the flashback ends, the story bends.
This urge of sex and pleasure made him a monster.
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i simply luv the way you've framed the passion :)
ReplyDeleteThe entire phenomenon of getting in and out of love, no doubt very well summed up, with a change of attitude in the end is usually what one chooses to become of what one has endured throughout the time one was in love. Though one turning into a sadist is one of the negative aspects most of the time possibly a path one chooses. Rather it becomes a driving force to excel in whatever the person then becomes or decides to become eventually, be it the sex monster. If only girls reciprocated.......
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