Desire

By Mohit Kumar

The Gust of gale so frenetic,

The thrust on the Sail so kinetic,

The mast on the sky telling a tale

So poetic,

The rust of stale emotions has 

Withered away, with the sly tensions,

No longer holding sway on my mentions.

Moving along the slope of my dreams, 

Trudging along the dope of my 

Stretched white fillings.

My desire has Woken up in infancy,

My desire has sunken me in the 

Depths of ecstacy,

Craters of lunacy,

I find my desire is filled with buoyancy,

I find my desire is filled with a 

Reality so fancy.

The Gusts had reduced in intensity,

The masts had calmed down

In propensity,

The winds had started blowing on

My face so swollen,

My trace so barren with tanning,

My pace had grown with my

Footsteps running, turning away 

My sorrows and bringing in the 

Joy's of life on the morrow.

The blue water was shining again 

With the gentle sun carrying the

Message of prosperity with great brevity.

An adage so true whispers in a subtle Silent measure,

My desire has Woken up in infancy,

My desire has sunken me in the 

Depths of ecstacy,

Craters of lunacy,

I find my desire is filled with buoyancy,

I find my desire is filled with a 

Reality so fancy.

A story so endearing had taken

It's roots,

A glory was waiting on its knees to

Work in cohoots with my Destiny,

With great certainty to 

Prespire with intensity,

My desire are moving with alacrity,

My desire has Woken up in infancy,

My desire has sunken me in the 

Depths of ecstacy,

Craters of lunacy,

I find my desire is filled with buoyancy,

I find my desire is filled with a 

Reality so fancy.

A great void has been filled,

A strayed vision has been fulfilled,

I was filled with a rage to inspire,

I was instilled  with a urge to prespire,

The course was free-willed, ohh !

Let the wind beware of my dreams,

Let the wind set fire in the sky,

My desires wait for me on the bend,

I spy at them and let it inspire me 

To no end,

My desire has Woken up in infancy,

My desire has sunken me in the 

Depths of ecstacy,

Craters of lunacy,

I find my desire is filled with buoyancy,

I find my desire is filled with a 

Reality so fancy.

By Mohit Kumar