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Aditya Shankar Jun 2014
Raven black hair; Bright,
Sparkling smile and demeanour.
The calm and the storm.
Aditya Shankar Jun 2014
Silent leaves rustle
A million tiny dots of light;
I am the absent new moon
Aditya Shankar Jun 2014
Sunlight filters through
Your own colourful viewpoint
Your green is not mine
First attempt at haiku ^__^
Aditya Shankar May 2014
I am the tenderness in your eyes
When I hold your hands in mine.
I am the shiver down my spine
When your soft lips touch my skin.
I am the blush that colours your cheeks
When you smile at me in your special way.
I am the air of mysterious charm you carry
When you play with your enticing, enchanting tresses.
I am the hesitation in your voice
When you voice your deepest desires.
And I am your impulsive smile
When our eyes meet when its least expected.

I am all you are, I am all you feel
And yet, I'm nothing without you.
Aditya Shankar Feb 2014
The silence of the hour grows around

As i stare into the nocturnal firmament

A longing creeps across my being

As the night goes on, beckoning dawn closer.



The cold night pulls me into its throes

As i lay awaiting the sun watching them,

The dark outline of clouds running across a velvet sky.



The echo of a whisper caresses my soul

As I recollect the gentle presence, a dull anguish

Takes over my dreary being

As i gaze out of the window,  reminiscing.



The melancholic ache grows in my heart,

The reticent world providing no solace.

The cold night pulls me into its throes

As i lay awaiting the sun, watching the world in its slumber.



And in my loneliness, i lay drenched and

I remember, you wept and whispered

‘ Till we meet again…’
Aditya Shankar Feb 2014
The dust billows around my torso, a pool of blood

‘Neath my head. My ragged breath gasps in the cold winter air

As i heave convulsively on the soil.

A roar tears out of my being, my eyes wide, bloodshot and hungry

And a violent sweat breaks across my brow.



The pathetic, weak form of my mortal self returns

Once again im forced to submit to the puny, worthless,

Wretched will of the Other Man, He who chooses to reside in the light

He who chooses to live a half-life in the rays of the sun

While i grant his most sacred, his most intimate desires

Billowed in the darkness, hidden from the world.



The ghost of a little girl’s screams shrieks through the morning mist

And I feel the goosebumps of pleasure break across my body, even as

He recoils in fear and disgust. I try to coax him, to gently drive him to the edge

From where He shall drop back into the anonymous, mundane filth He had risen from

And i will finally have the entire claim over this vessel we share.



He resists me, denying me the control and power i desire, a shade

Of the morally sound, just man he had once been.



Nothing remains now that we share,

I am His secret disease, His grotesque pride, His stellar achievement

As He is my shame, my disgust, the entity i wish to destroy with my bare hands.

How i long to feel the blood of Jekyll flow between my fingers, how i long

To take over this body we share, to extend my dark, contagious blood lust over the remnant

Of his once innocently pure mind.



And all of a sudden i feel His will crumble

I feel his sturdy control deteriorate, and the last traces of His being

Whisper to me pathetically, begging me not to unleash

The wild, furious joy coursing through my veins.

His final words ring in my head, fading away as i feel my strength return and the adrenaline rush take over

All His morals, all His guilt, all His sorrow

Nothing can hold me in check now.



I am the one who arose from the deepest pits of Man’s darkest desires

I am the embodiment of all that evil, all that is powerful in Man

And I am the one who shall prevail now and forever.
a flipside of Jekyll, from the infamous tale of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Aditya Shankar Feb 2014
A growing sickness

Flowing through my veins

Burning away inside, eating me away

As the darkness takes over from within.

Lapses in sanity, I find myself lying

In cold sweat, falling through the chasm

And I know its only a matter of time

Before the demon inside has arisen.



A manic bloodlust takes over my being

I ache for the violence to be set free.

In their dead eyes, I see reflections of mine

A murderous gleam shining within

As my face stretches into a smile that isn’t mine.

Every fibre of my being, repulsed by myself

Petrified by the beast I have become

I cry out in pain and anguish

As I feel Him taking over again.



Under the light of the gibbous moon

I revel in my madness, as her

Screams goad me on and take me

To the precipice. I stand grinning at

Her broken,****** form in the earth

As she whimpers a pathetic plea for mercy.



No one knows of my disease; He only

Claims my body for himself in the dark

Leaving me behind to feel the horror and disgust

In the cold, grey sunlight.

Every night I struggle inside

I fight against my inner devil, pleading

For reason and humanity to return

To the twisted ******* I have become.

He stretches my face into a wide smirk

Reminding me of that exquisite, repulsive

Scent of flowing gore; He coaxes me,

He cajoles, He beckons me to join Him

As my will weakens and my body surrenders.



And so ends my tale, I have lost myself

To the contorted insanity I bred inside.

Horrified, repulsed, revolted with my being

My death only entices me now

Promising relief from my unholy illness.

But I know that small comfort is lost on me

Eventually, He’ll possess me entirely

And in the remorse of this truth I lie

And I feel Him return inside, eagerly awaiting my demise

No more can I hold out against Him.

No more can I wear the mask of Jekyll.
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