I don’t seek.
They seek me these images that bring back to my mind
Lust.
Lust, for love and for life.
I don’t seek them.
They seek me, these images painted, structured in rock and in earth
That bring back to my mind
Lust.
Lust for love and life.
I don’t seek them
These memories I stored in the back-burner
They seek me
With their clearly defined bodies
They thrust before me, images I longed to see
Lust.
Lust for love and for life.
Don’t blame me. It is not I who seek
My deepest passions
In fact, I am weary of them
They have burnt me and turned me to ashes
This lust has found no shore
to anchor itself upon
No hands to sculpture its highs and lows
No lips to kiss
No tongue to speak its gushing thoughts
No mouth to hold it’s outpour
It has lain there unattended
Unacknowledged even
For years.
Yet, it has held on to dear life
Like two fangs deeply entrenched in a lifeless rock
Sucking its juices
and thriving on it.
Sucking its juices
from deep within its source
Primodial waters
of lust, of hunger, of anger
turned inwards
What you don’t get
You never forget.
Yet, I don’t seek.
They seek me these images that bring back to my mind
Lust.
Lust, for love and for life.
Its one of those times when you start drowning in the materialistic world and there is then little you could do. I am here now and have yet gotten enthralled by the words you write
. Though the context is something which isnt very obvious – but hey, blogs are those vents which take away the anger within – every reader takes their own part and gets his own meaning. I take my little portion and truly have to say – it is wonderfully written.
Dear Utkarsh,
Amazing and thrilling both, to see you here. Your comment is profoundly correct and I know that these pictures brought to my mind visions which are still gray – both clear and still in the dark. Therefore the ambiguity.
My posts have longed for your eyes to see them and your words to sprinkle their existence with acknowledgment.
Thank you friend.
Samasti