SJSangeetha

Soft voice of Extrication

 

In urban shadows, where desire burns bright,

Her veins pulse with chemicals hug,

Each lovers touch- a fleeting flight,

Addictions dance across her fractured charm.

Dismal nights and neon-bleeding nightmares,

Men drift like smolder through her trembling hands,

Attachment’s mesh of transitory extremes,

Where passion crash on banned sands.

Unconscious empire- a conjectural scene,

Where woe melted in silent light,

A disciple’s whisper breaks the canopy,

Awakening cascades with acumen’s might.

Beyond the mayhem, ’Dharma’ softly heaps

Redemption- where the injured spirit breathes.

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