A Letter To Desire

Dear desire,

Before my eye, it is you - a zenith of obedience and hence honourable as to rule my life, dictate my future. My reasoning is struck on the unctuous beauty of your screen that is deep rootedly breeding contempt and pride of familiarity with the future. It's not an intercourse between living and the dead, but between the living and a tomb stone. Am I hungry due to the stinted supply of your diversified favors , or why can't I disgust you to your diversified abundance. You are the primal force to set my corpse in motion, its organs in function, even though your survival depends on me. I studied you, since we married and earned peace veiled in insomnia and hyper tension.

I am a happy man - happy to fulfill the wishes behind your screen easily, happy to not know the hour of your death and hence happy every moment, happy to be aware of your immortality even though it is embryonic through my fountain of youth - my time that you are stealing every moment. The motives behind your usage are past and hence dead, those currently running are lively. Stopping the live motives transmutes me into becoming. A cycle of endless becoming. Becoming not something of my true nature, ending less attachment with you, is death for me. Eventually, you are not inorganic, you are in organic-deep rooted-dictating my life. You have freedom to act nobly chaotic on my life, but who gave you this freedom - me. Without my self you are just a piece on the self. This blessing for you is originated with the boundaries of powerful mercy. I wonder how the desire to touch you-desire-is stealth like a death, every time giving birth to trace the intellectual finger into the known abyss of illusion reminding me your Godly nature. I cannot erase you as a recollection, because by recollecting you I am erasing the reality. But, dear desire where from you are unfolding your slumbering claws of romantic magnets. The magnets that repel the thoughts, which question your origins. One last question: "Do you need me or do I need you?" Always waiting for your departure.

Yours obediently,

I am