"desire"

"Desire"

The magic of your eyes gives me the ink
to set my blank plain pages on raging fire.
Incapable of defining you, in the pain I curse myself,
your unbounding limitlessness in all prospects.

Every act of yours’ has woven words of love on my wrinkled & aching soul.
You have exquisite ways to my heart, like a minx to men.

I wonder the first time we will be together,
will be the last time I will own my heart.

The conversations between my fingers, your hair & skin
will be unforgiving to our tormented selves.

Symphony to my ears, indelible impression to my eyes,
being with you will be a splendid adventure.

Indeed!
Love is the most elegant & elaborate method of living & dying all at once.
#mukulsinghbisht

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the tryst

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