FOR ONCE, SOMEONE

A Tale of a Woman Longing for Someone who understood the Paradox she was.

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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2019

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CONFLICT

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“A Tale of the Heart versus the Mind”

You are my first thought in the morning and the last one at night.

 It brightens my day, bringing a blushing smile on my face

and

fills me with warmth, in the dark,  trying to lull me to a peaceful sleep.

Many nights I don’t want to close my eyes because I can feel your arms around me.

My mind knows its an illusion but even then the heart is scared to lose the warmth, so it clings on,

 refusing to embrace the astral darkness. 

There are mornings when I don’t want to open my eyes because I can feel your presence beside me.

My mind imagined you with me as we roamed around in my dreamland

but

then the heart is afraid that the dream will break as it knows you won’t be there when I wake up to the new day.

This fight goes on forever, the mind wins some days

and

the heart takes over many nights,

It is my soul that never finds peace, due to the eternal CONFLICT.

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018

 

 

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“A Tale of Long Distance Yearnings”

I crave for you like manna from heaven.

For me you are the personification of the seven deadly sins and I am trapped in your snares.

I have delved in way too deep despite knowing its an illusion.

In trying to break free, I get entangled even more.

My whole existence yearns for you.

I have felt your presence touching and claiming me as yours.

It was all a game of the mind that seemed so surreal.

The constant longing for an ethereal union whence I would be screaming your name as you rip me apart marking me as your territory.

The intensity of this wild desire is too vicious and lethal for any to fathom.

The blanket muffles my cries when I call out your name pleading you to get out of my head.

Lying helpless, staring at the ceiling, choking as the tears trickle down and dampen the pillows.

My attempt to restrain these impulses is futile as the ardour only intensifies.

I am a mess and my mind is in chaos.

I refuse to admit it but I have let the wilderness blossom and it lingers on my body and stings my soul.

Pushing you away only ignites the passion furthermore.

There seems to be no end to this burning urge till you come to satisfy it forevermore.

 

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018