desire hurled
into the wilderness of passion
hits back with the force
of a boomerang
desire burning the core
leaves one exhausted
throws one as a ragged doll
into a nondescript corner
desire flying high
falls flat to ground
like a wounded bird
directionlessly directed
this intiguing drama of desire
has no written script...
*edited on sarvesh kulkarni's suggestion
16sep2009
21.43hrs
The anatomy of desire finds an eloquent expression in your words.
Desire passion whichever it is both and it is brillant -10
u may be right, sarvesh. what u suggested sounds logical too. my problem is i couldn't decide which triggers which. moreover, you know by now that what i write is determined by the moment i experience that fleeting emotion that i try to express as closer to its authenticity as possible...thnq for ur suggestion. let me rethink...
hmm...yes...true. i would put it more as, 'desire hurled into the wilderness of passion' just telling. loved the poem though.
if one were the unravel the metaphors in this........... draws would drop. this is good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'directionless yet directed' Wow Indira... wonderful piece... That is quite relevant to me... But even one falls to the ground, yet it feels lovely to soar high with endless desire... Beautiful...