Thursday, December 1, 2011

What I crave!

This madness is killing me. Is taking me nowhere. A barren meadow of darkness is where I am colluded.

The ambitions are not being taken care properly; plans mostly run on my cell phone notes or die in my head. Forbidden tough the relation was but why I still crave for it. This life is worse than the decayed bodies. The nothingness is calmly tearing me within. The spots still leave a mark on my chest.. or deep in my soul! My heart begs me to soak some eyeful first, yes you. Soak some life if it still exists in ME.

My memory only vomits images of you. What haunts my sleep is me, I see myself running, escaping and roaring in madness, trying to defy my existence. 

What I crave I never know! Is it you? Or just some peace in my burned up and discomposed life!

Jesus knows.

Death chased to this narrow edge, to the narrow stage of numbness where I could not touch what I crave for, you parting away weakens and hold me back.

 What I crave…
Finer details which leads to bliss.
or just your immortal glimpse.
The silence of death…
or your dulcet lyrical voice echoes.

What I crave…
stalking sluttish beauties lust.
or our caressing meeting of souls.
To heed what life calls for…
or the multitude of irreverent questions which just arises for you.

Where do I go with this?
A poet infamous never knows.

Little things I promise.
Little details which leads to a world of colours.

Come along that I am all yours.
No kin or clan can daunt my love.
Death can’t restrain my passion.
nor age neither the decayed bodies.
Meet me at the other end of my life.

I crave this.
I crave a time with you, with myself.
I crave few moments of LIFE and HAPPINESS.

Just let me hear your heartbeats again.
Let my lust be quenched by you again.
I am here, frozen in blood.
Melt me with the warmth of your breast.
Let nothing touch my ear drums again.
no crying thoughts.
But just the sound of collision of our teeth.

Let me flow in you like blood.
Check all manifestations of your consciences.
Agile, sad, silent, tactless, wild and bashful.
I want to live in every existence of yours.

Guide me to my ambitions.
Show me the little details I die for.
Take me to where I crave for.


Sukesh

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