THE SCENT OF DESIRE
This heady scent of desire
is driving me as crazy as
a musk deer running amok
in jungle, seeking the scent within.
The kasturi in my navel
that I thought had shriveled and died
was lying dormant for the right season
the summer of old loves and new
While dancing in circles
to the vision of my own desires
the meditation on the trinity,
love, lust and desire unravel that
the firmer I try to clasp it,
the more it eludes me, leading me astray
I lose my way and I wander
In the heartland of wildest yen
I am my worst nemesis.
I am my best chance at redemption.