At the Edge of Cliff
At ‘dusk’ I am still surviving at the edge of a emotional cliff
Since dawn the run was on
Trying to keep pace to rising expectations
Pulsating
Sweating
Latching on thin breath
I offered my entire being
Unconditional
In completion
The mirage called you
Lured me to deserts unknown
Thirsty desires
Lusting for the illusive drop
Whirlwinds
Dust storms
All chain reactions
Resisting the run
Undefeated spirit kept up the marathon
The sun of passions
Melted slowly
Evaporation of immense desires
Solitude is what rediscovered
As virtual remains of astounding lust...
@ ‘dusk’......
Copyright © Bipul Banerjee | Year Posted 2017
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