It is not my duty
And no woman of earthly beauty
-Could convince me to stop-
Within these circles of desire
Or rest in a shallow quagmire
There is no obligation
Forced upon me by any sensation
-Curiosity, hunger or simply lust -
To stay within these circles of desire
I’m on a journey and can’t retire
I’m high above such petty distractions
Motivation smiles behind all my actions
-Oh but it wasn’t always the same-
I was once trapped in a circle of desire
A soap bubble cage that was set on fire
Inevitably bubble burst
I came out devoid of all thirst
-Learnt an excruciatingly painful lesson-
Erased all the circles of my desire
Sold all my dreams to the next buyer
And though my heart now is dark and sooty
But she was a woman of unearthly beauty
-I know it might never be the same again-
But I will never stop in the circles of my desire
To prove to her that I’m not a liar
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- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
2 comments:
:-)...really nice.
Thank you!
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