It is the excessive desire - The irresistible surge, The velocity of emotions Rhythmically pulsating in me; The flamboyant love Is raising its head in my heart To see, to talk, to feel her In her soulful presence, To explore her psyche And fathom her heart's depth In wafting sweetness
Of her imaginary charged words
To an exalted pinnacle...
It is the strong desire
Gyrating in heart's circumference
That often makes me
An undesirable wannabe
Resulting into unexpected streaks
Of provoked indignation...
I am feeling lovelorn,
Amid debris of emotional wrecks
I manage to overcome
Somehow with inner poise,
Composure and succour,
After she reappears
With a treasure of her secret love
Fulfilling longings in me.
Maybe it is a world of fantasies...
