Desires

Wherever you go, wherever you hide Like an unstitched thread, they tangle behind, Leaving a foul smell of hopes dried Making you feel shy sometimes, Letting you judged by unknown eyes, Desires, they don't die Cut off the strings with sharp morality, Or burn it with the chants or prayers, They are infinite and they are undying, Growing on each mind, Like parasites they survive, After all those are desires, Desires don't die... Then we hide them deep inside, Try to bury them alive in minds, With flags hosting high of sacrifice, we become martyrs in our own eyes. But like ghosts of unfinished lives They haunt our naïve minds, And possess those of weak kinds, But they don't die Helpless souls follow the trails, Lured so much to recognize veil, Desires so cruel but so clever, Turn us into something we wished never, And then when finally they win, with instruments of petty merit or mere sin, fornicating with our now “impured” minds, give birth to new desires, But never to die.