in between
the mode of goodness
and the mode of unawareness;
The Good Book has mentioned
that because of obsession
there are rotten bones.
Only the greatest among men
can withstand temptations.
And I feel that heaven
is a place where
I don’t belong.
They say that women
are illusion personified,
their mere presence alone
makes a man petrified;
artist they say are passion capital;
as most of the time
their loads are mental.
I've dreamed of someone
someone to share my life;
I have searched,
I had waited,
I’d looked,
tirelessly I tried;
when she came like a dream,
like a thief in the night,
like a line in a song,
she captured my heart;
the search is over
for the object of delight.
I want her, I need her,
she is everything I’d hoped for,
the one I long to spend with
all the days of my life;
but she is taken,
she is owned,
She is already loved;
by Someone who is most caring,
by the One who is called love.
In His arm she is safe
and she cannot be touched
by anyone's hunger,
by anyone's desire,
by the claws
of my lust.
of my lust.
