Desires - a little steamy; a little unwavering.

At times my discreet inner desires conflicts with my modest desire to live.
Slightly fancier, a bit kinkier; it rests beside the gateway of my dreams,
from where my life is suppose to begin. I'm wedged in between.

I feel life a little controlled by me. Even if I believe I’ve the stern, my boat is steered and dragged away by the waves;
duly unknowing its path.

Tapping along the tides I go nowhere. I can’t understand why I can’t be me?

Why I’m always been like a grim-faced tart who split his ice lollies on the ground?
Why shouldn’t I be bold enough to control my wicked mind which is stealing away my grace?

Is a sitting lame duck is me? Sometimes I do feel the same.

How I could appease two desires at once? How would I know which one will eventually take me to the road I desire?
Is this tricky extended game itself is life? Is the same happening to all of us?

Desires - a little steamy; a little unwavering, propels our life. still we don't get almost half of the halves we desired?
yet we get something. And we live on.
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Do you miss anything?

Have you ever heard a voice within you say – ‘do it or don’t do it’?
Did you ever listen to it?
Why have you been ignoring it?
Did you gain anything by not responding to your heart’s vibes?
Shouldn’t you be a little more considerate to your master inside?
Why did you veer away?
Don’t you miss something?
Isn’t it what you've vaulted as the memories – lost?
Now, can you hear the sound of silence?
Listen.
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Inevitable necessity!

Why do my eyes twitch?
Why don’t my wounds heal?
Why do a few sounds still rumbling inside me?
How do people change?
Is it the way life should be?
Is this the way life changes?
Inevitable necessity!
I’m unable to find an answer.
What should I be doing?
What else for there is hope?
For what else there is tomorrow?
Why should I change to changes?
I will be me!
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The innocence of silence.

No one to listen. No one to be listened.
No one aside to experience the unexpected furious wind.
Isn’t it all we need at times?
The morbid innocence of silence - the loneliness.
It’s hard to fathom the depth of loneliness.
We dig it deeper by scuffling breathe.
Nothing is any clear than a belief to hope there is a tomorrow in waiting.
Even this stagnation has life!
a silent life.
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