My thirst of possessing you
has never been quenched in any way

In the veil of my smiles
you have been
a face of voracity
In the greenery
of my desires,
you have been
a dead bush of dissatisfaction

In the sweet song
of my emotions,
you have been
a silent verse of desolation

It’s the tale of fantasy with surge
of desperation,
that has never reached
the threshold of a conclusion

Any extent of acceptance
can’t lead me to the ultimate solace,
We’ve always been on the same page
says my heart’s voice
We’ve never read the same book,
says the truth with great noise

You’ve always been my angel
dancing fathomlessly
on the paradise of my senses

Just In Senses . . .

Just
In
Senses.

© Hrishikesh Padhye

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