Desire
Curls of your desire,
strangle me to death.
I try so hard,
to free myself.
But end up abiding,
onto your breath.
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There's something strange between us,
a bond of predilection.
Jiggling between lust and passion,
on a thin line of expectation.
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This feeling I've got nowadays,
too vague to call it an ambition.
Like an impulsive black hole,
floating across the milky way.
Its greed of swallowing this universe,
causes the galaxies to go astray.
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Inclination knows no boundaries.
As hovering smoke,
within the fires.
Your desires,
they'll eventually burn you down.
And even if you have the town,
you shall still keep craving,
for that golden crown.
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Copyright © Neeraj Chavan | Year Posted 2015
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