The Lust!

“As pure as scorpion’s sting,

Were their lust

For it hit them hard

And made them high

As dark as the dusk without moon

Were their lust

For it let them rip apart

Bits and pieces of desire

And set on fire

They smoked and drank, and

Watched the house burn

Made up of bricks of their body

As subtle as the idea of love to many,

As crude was their lust

For it let them taste each other

Blood they bleed through twilight

For they did not know

Could not know

Would not know

What love means, but lust!

As pure as an evening rain

Were their lust

For it did let them keep the smell

Of sweat drenched skin

Banished beyond days

Away from good old gaze

They had nothing but to

Hold up the rage - of lust

As silent as the night could be

As chaotic was their love

For they could no longer be heard

Their passion screamed out loud

Slaves of body

Mastered the art

Touched it if they must

And crafted a piece of lust”

By: Praveen Parasar

By: 07/12/2015