Desires, Never Complete Poem by Rites Ghosh

Desires, now
beautiful, sharp and bold

turns or distorts
a blunt, headstrong moth

that drives into wild fireglow
of a delayed time-

burnt alive in immense deference
its body, its joyful composure..



often hear I
desires are sin, worst ever-

but this hand, I believe
cramps in fear of further perdition

as it dissolves in futile scrubbing
of something else

as it allows forgetfulness to play
procastination dull over host.



yesterday,
I had some bright designs
for you-

precious pencil
like meandering riverflow
would writ my glistening love
under moon -mind's white fantasy,

smiling crayons for
luxurious drapperies around..
spill of colours
here and there,

blue filled abundance,
green locked fertility,
the clarion of pink youth
speckled all over-
golden madness hems in them


yet, were these enough?

perhaps not...


poverty sighs over the designs
as swarm of locusts
mowing down rife growth
of a golden cornfield

today, in ominous heap of papers
between layers of stubborn dust
I picked my unmindfulness
the loveless alien me-
shamefully he flees out-


unfinished designs of love

desires for you
...never complete.

my dear...