{"id":892,"date":"2011-08-19T17:37:46","date_gmt":"2011-08-19T17:37:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/?p=892"},"modified":"2011-08-19T00:44:16","modified_gmt":"2011-08-19T00:44:16","slug":"sesha-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2011\/08\/sesha-dreams\/","title":{"rendered":"Sesha Dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"
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In the dark alleys of Arab streets, there are three outcasts. At nightfall, away from pointing fingers and stares of disgust – in their tattooed world of sesha dreams and lusty desires – an escape – or a curse.<\/p>\n

One pierced with sorrows of the past, into her heart, a metal dislodged underneath her skin, leaving a permanent scar – her innocence, driven her to desperation – if only he could see her insanity for him – if only. he loved her.<\/p>\n

The other, with an obsession with occupying her void, not wanting any silence in her world – for it tears her insides out – if there is no sound left, she would scream till the sun cracks the skies.<\/p>\n

The last, with the responsibility – to balance their insanity – into a realism – he shoulders the responsibility – but is not clear either – if he is in a sesha dream or a world of sex and drugs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In the dark alleys of Arab streets, there are three outcasts. At nightfall, away from pointing fingers and stares of disgust – in their tattooed world of sesha dreams and lusty desires – an escape – or a curse. One pierced with sorrows of the past, into her heart, a metal dislodged underneath her skin, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n